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A 

COLLECTION 

OF SELECT PIECES OF POETRY 

BY 

SCHILLER AND BIRGER 

TOGETHER WITH SOME CHARACTERISTIC POEMS 
OF THE MOST EMINENT GERMAIN BARDS 
TRANSLATED IN THE METRE OF THE ORIGINAL 



BY 

GEORGE PH. MAURER, 




PUBLISHED BY GUSTAVUS GEORGE LANGS, 
BOOK MO PRHTSELLER. 

1848. 



TO 

Mr. *%m MMMrw 

Procurator - fiscal of the County of Berwick; 
Knight of the Order of Lewis Grand-Duke of Hesse, 
and on the Rhine. 

These Versions 

of 

Select Pieces of Poetry of the most eminent 
German Bards 

are dedicated 

with every sentiment of Esteem, Admiration 
and Regard as a faint Tribute of Gratitude 
for many Acts of Kindness and generous 
Benevolence 

bestowed by 
HIM 

on the translator and his comrades, eleven 
Hessian Officers, 
in 1812 — 14, 

when prisoners of war, stationed in his birth-place, the town of 

Lauder in Scotland, 

his obliged and sincere friend 
G. Pli. Maureis 



To the English reader. 



JLt is with much hesitation and diffidence, that 
the translator dares submit his version of Schiller^s 
„Lay of the Bell" to the British public \ since that 
poem of the immortal German bard has been trans- 
lated, already, by an English writer, Lord Francis 
Leveson Gower, with all the elegancy and smooth- 
ness of diction the English language is so eminently 
capable of. But Lord Gower having had more at 
mind, to give the essence of the poem in rather a 
free translation, it may not be an useless task, to 
venture one which, adhering more literally to the 
Original, conveys w ith the true sense of the poem, 



VIII 

also 9 a more striking* impression of the peculiar 
poetical figures of the German bard, and of the 
metre of the poem, through all its various forms 
that are so well adapted to the subject. 

A translation of the latter description seems 
particularly calculated 5 to give to the students of 
both languages a means of comparing the genius 
and forms of either, and to become aware of their 
striking: relation with one another. It is with ttis 
view, particularly, that the translator has written 
this version which, as a means of introduction into 
both the spirit, and the forms of the; two languages, 
and of feeling their striking affinity, has been ser- 
viceable to many English and German pupils whom 
the translator had the pleasure of teaching them, 
and by whose kindly expressed wishes he has now, 
partly, been induced, to give it to^the press. 

Besides this alledged useful purpose which is 
the translator's particular aim in publishing his 
version, there is another motive, still dearer to his 



IX 

heart: it is the feeling 1 of gratitude which he wants 
publicly to own to a British friend of his whose hu- 
mane and generous behaviour towards hiui, and his 
comrades , when prisoners of war in their friend's 
mother -country , is demanding this tribute of sin- 
cere regard, esteem, and admiration. 

Indeed the striking" relation, and kindred like- 
ness in forms, and spirit of the two languages, as 
appearing: from the English versions of this, and 
the other subjoined German poems, prevails cer- 
tainly, also, in the minds of both Nations, and has 
recently been sanctioned by the tie of love uniting 
the Royal hearts of the Queen of Great Britain, 
and Her Royal Consort, a German Prince. 

In giving his versions piously adhering to the 
metre, and the poetical figures of the German Ori- 
ginals, the translator feels all the hazardous of his 
task with respect to the British public at large who, 
being unacquainted with the German, and hardly 
pleased with any thing, but genuine British, 



will probably find the free translations of their own 
countrymen more pleasent, and congenial to their 
own way. To such Englishmen 9 however, as have 
a taste for, and a sufficient knowledge of the Ger- 
man language, they will give an opportunity, to 
judge of the respective merit of cither: the free, 
and the almost literal versions. 

The artful smoothness, and softly blending bril- 
liancy of colours may be pleasing* in a Portrait, 
admired as an exhibiton of the fine art, though 
its features be not very much alike to those of the 
living Original which, however, even by the rough 
strokes of a faithful drawing, may be recalled, at 
once, with breathing- life before the eyes of the 
beholder. Tho' this reflection might be in favour 
of his literal versions, the risk the translator never- 
theless runs, in meeting with a long* sanctioned 
prejudice, will appear from a passage in the pre- 
face of an English version of Burgher's Leonora 
by Mr. Spencer, where this Gentleman says : „The 



XI 

translator must apologize to those who are „doeti 
scrmonis utriusque linguae", for some deviations 
from the original text. Mr. Burgher has repeat- 
edly used words merely for sound, as „trap, 
trap, trap", for the trotting of an horse, and „cling, 
cling, cling", for the ringing of a door hell. These 
echos to the sense, which are strictly ,,vox et 
praeterea nihil", custom may reconcile to a 
German taste} but literally adopted in an Eng- 
lish version, they would appear more ridicul6us 
than descriptive." Now the Author of the follow- 
ing: versions ventures to appear ridiculous before 
a prejudiced public who are taught, to look upon: 
sounds echoing the sense, as „vox et prae- 
terea nihil!" But why should custom only re- 
concile to a German taste such highly poetical 
echos to the sense? Will the English public 
not be sensible, as well as the German, of the 
powerful impression which such echos to the sense 
must mate on the mind and feelings of the reader ? 



XII 

Should the English translator not find means in 
the inexhaustible treasure of his own language, to 
imitate such echos to the sense, without run- 
ning the risk of appearing ridiculous? Far from 
appearing such in the eyes of the German public, 
they think such dramatic forms essentially beauti- 
ful in Poems of the ballade kind, which are par- 
ticularly speaking to the feeling of the people, in 
their own natural way. Should the English trans- 
lator be obliged, to varnish the poverty of his 
Idiom with coolly, and despisingly declaring such 
echos to the sense to be: ,,vox et praeterea 
nihil? I cannot believe it, and have ventured to 
try. — The success of a German, tho' but very 
imperfect, may at least inspire the English them- 
selves with a higher notion of the means of their 
mother-tongue which offers every thing required, to 
conquer, and appropriate to themselves what the 
genius of mankind proffers to them in a hundred 
tongues. 



X1H 

Whatever be the superior merit of the Eng- 
lish translators 5 performances in the eyes of the 
British public 3 the faith and living* interest for 
the Originals of his native bards, will secure 
to the German translator the sympathy of his 
own countrymen 5 and relying on the generous in- 
dulgence of both Nations , it may be hoped , that 
they will both, excuse the imperfections, and ap- 
preciate the merits of either versions. The trans- 
lator should feel happy, if even his imperfect es- 
says of almost literal versions of German poetry 
into the English language, would, at least, con- 
vince the British public of the striking relation of 
the two languages, and thus be conducive, to re- 
move the common prejudice entertained by Bri- 
tons, that the study of the German language offers 
to them obstacles almost insurmountable. 

Leaving to the Public to decide, whether his 
versions have any merit in comparison with those 
of Englishmen themselves, the translator closes 



XIV 

with the words of Mr. Spencer to Mr. Pye, his 
competitor: that „he will not now shrink from a 
combat 9 where doubtful victory must ensure ap- 
plause, and even complete failure allow the conso- 
lation of: ^Aeneae magni dextra cadit!" 

Darmstadt, 4 May 1840. 



The Author. 



Stottoott an ben fceutfdjett Sefer* 



^2^3 mag wofyl eimgermafjett befranben, ba# 
em ©eutfd;er e3 a>agt, mil ber metnfefjen, engftfejjen 
Ueberfe^ung etne$ fo retc^alttgen unb tn femen gw* 
men fo mamugfafttgen @ebt$teg, mte //ba£ £teb tton 
ber ©tocfe// unferS unfterWt^en S$ttfer$, wv tern 
^ubltfttm aufjutreten* ©er Ueberfeijer tterfetmt, bet 
ber @cf)ttuertg¥ett ber Slufgabe, aefdje sollftanbtg itfcer* 
nmnbeu $11 £aben, er jt$ bureau* ntcf;t fdjmetcpelt, 
felbft m$t ba£ ©croagte fettled StuftretenS , unb fu|>lt 
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langem 3ogern ^ a S u benwgen fw&en, bem genetgten 
£efer mit$nfynten. ©er SSertfj fetner SXrfeett feEfept, 
cbfd;on berfetbe auf erne fur ipn |d$$ f$metd?e^afte 



XVI 



SKetfe »on gritnbft$en $emtern kiber ©prac^en, ttne 
namentltd) bem anerfannt geiftrete^en, beutf^en @$rift* 
fteller unb Uef>erfe£er tton r/gjoun^S Sftac^tgebcmf en , " 
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get^etlten 2lu^ug au$ beffen ©$retf>en* an ben UeBer^ 
fe|er ^ert>orge^t , t# e$ nid)t fowo|tf r tva$ \l)xi baju 
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netfien 23ett>etfe tton Sftenfc^enltefte unb gfreunbfc^aft, 
iDel^e er tfmen jur 3 e ^ $ rer ^vieg^gefangenfdpaft 
1812 — 14 in @$ottfanb ernuefen l)at, auf ba$ le^ 
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©ejtnnung unb ^anblung gegen fte, audj t>on t^rem 
Slltergnabtgften gmfteu, mtt bem gofme beg SSerbten* 
fteg, bem ©rof^erjogltdj ^efftfdpen £ubett>tg$*£5rbeii, 
auSge^etcfmet unb Belo^nt nwrben tft 



XVII 

gteunbe unb tenner 6eit>er ©pradjen werben meU 
Uifyt fret(td) wcfyl ni<|t tn btefer Uekrfe^ung bte ge* 
fdjmetbtge 3^$^* e ^ ne ^ engltfc^en -Originate Be- 
nmnbern; bafur after ben treuen Slfcbrucf beg beutf^en 
nt$t t>erf ennen, unb mit freubtger Uefterrafdjung bte 
tnntge $8ern>anbtf$aft fcetber ©pracfjen barm erWtcfen, 
n>el$e, n>emt ge^ortg fceadjtet, fo tuel jur ©rletc^te^ 
rung t!?reg ktberfetttgen (StubtumS unb ber Slnetgnung 
berfelfcen, uU g(etcf)fam gemetnfamer Gutter fprad? en, 
btenen fann* ®tefe be3 UeBerfe^erS lpau$tvMfi$t hi 
fetner 2lrBett r burfte berfelfcen au$ n>o$>I etnen $r 
etgentfmntltd) tnnwfmenben 2Bertf>, tm 33erg(etc^ ju 
mUtid)t gefdtftgeren Ue£erfe|$ungen dmger Snglanber 
felfcft, Dertei^en ; unb berfelfce fyat au$ xvixliii) Bet 
btefen f$on ofter$ bte efirenbfte 2tnerfemumg gefunben; 
nue nament(t$ von enter fcefannten getj!ret$en, englt* 
fdjen (Sc^riftjMerm : Miss J. Porter, wel$e btefen 
$or$ug fetner 2lrfiett bent Uekrfe§er f$on 1829 m$* 
kfonbere rufnnte* 



XVIII 

3m $ertrauen auf biefe gunjftge 23eurt£et(ung t>on 
(£nglanbern fe!6ft, wagt eg ber Uekrfe^er um fo tne^r, 
feme SXrBeit bem ^JuWtfum ju itkrgefcen, alg bte t)on 
©nglanbern Hg better erf$ienenen Uef>erfe£ungen beg 
£tebeg t)on ber ©locfe, tf)etlg $u frei kficmbelt, t|>etfg, 
ofeitfear o|me bte notfuge .Kenntntfj ber beutf$en ©pracfje 
unternommen, mitwtter bur$ ^if^erjMnbntffe »erun* 
jiaftet ftnb, nue jte tm Sftagajtn fur bte iterator beg 
Sluglanbeg No. 10 ©♦ 40 b+ 3* rait Sfacfjt geritgt wer* 
bem SBenn nun au$ ber Uekrfe^er vox berglet$en 
grofcen $erfunbigungen juf> wUUmmm ftcfier n>et{? unb 
t)on ©etten beg ber englif^en ©pradje ftmbigen beut* 
f$en fuMifum$ etner gitnfttgen Slufna^me fetner 2lr^ 
Beit ft$ ju erfreuen fjofft; fo fte])t er bo$ mit eintger 
33erlegenf>eit ber 2lufnaf)me berfelfcen hi bem grofjeren 
f>rtttf$en s J5uWtfum entgegen; ba biefeg, hi ber Un* 
kfamttfdjaft mit ber beutfcfjen ©pra$e unb i£ren 
tunggformen, unb gewofmt, 2Mleg nur nadj fetner 2Betfe 
— genuine british — ju tterfangen, i>teKet$t gerabe 



XIX 

baS 33erbtenfl: emer treuen Ueberfe^ung md)t anerfennen, 
unb bte gefc|)metbtg emf^met^elnben, aber trug(t$en 
gormen emer freteren screen burfte, £)o$ f$mei$elt 
er ftdj au$ ba mtt ber $offmmg, bag er nur mtt einem 
$orurt]jetf ju fdmpfen £abe, unb bte 3©a$r£ett mtt 
|>Mfe ber $rtttf enblt$ au$ bort obftegen werbe* 

£armjtabt, 4* SKat 1840. 



* SluSjug au3 bem ©cfyretben be§ Qettn ©rafett 
Don S3 e n e I ©ternau an ben Ueberfefcer* 

„@tt> 2Bof)fge6oren fyaben mir burd) Sfyre meifterljafte 
Slrbett ein fo innigeS SSergnitgen gemacfyt, bag tcf> $u metner 
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auSjubritcfen — unb mid) ber remen ^reube iiber ben reicfyen 
unb liebert @enug ju iiber faff en, ben mir 3f)re meifler* 
bafte tle&erfegung eineS berSEfteijlerftucfe unferS grogen 
9J2etfterfanger$ gemacfjt fyat! 3d) hitte ©ie, btefen ©e* 



XX 



ttug alien 3f)ren, ber engltfcfjen ©pradje macf)ttgen 2anb6< 
leuten, unb ebenfo alien fiir folcfje SOBonne empfangltcfyen 
Written buret) SSefanntmacfjnng 3f)re$ fctjonen SBerfeS ju 
gonnen, nnb allmafyltcf) ba£ jperrltcfyjle, tt>a$ ber fyofye ©e* 
mu$ un$ gab, auf btefer SSafyn etner to jeber #toftd)t baju 
geetgneten Nation nut SSruberfyanb ju geben ! " — — — 

9ftuncf)en, ben 30. Sfliarj 1828. 



Contents. 



Dedication Page v. 

Preface to the English reader — vn. 

Vorwort an den deutschen Leser — xv. 

The Lay of the Bell of Fr. Schiller - i. 

Select minor Poems of Fr. Schiller: 

The Maiden from abroad — 45. 

The Ideal — 47. 

The Flowers - 57. 

The Knight of Toggenhurgh — 61. 

The invincible Fleet — 69. 

Sentences of Confucius: I. Time . — 76. 

„ „ II. Space — 77. 

Leonora, a ballad of Buerger — 79. 

Characteristic Poems of: 

Rlopstoch: The Youth — 107. 

Goethe: The Earl- king — 109. 

,, The Calm; The happy Voyage — 115. 

Hoelty: Duties of Life - US. 

Salis: The Grave — 119. 

Matthisson: The wanderer on the Alp — 123, 

fjhjand: The putting up at an Inn — 151. 

Claudius: The Rhenish wine, a Song — 15o. 

,» » „ 99 Air — 140. 

Corrections. 



The liay of tlte Bell 

from the German of 

Frederic Schiller. 



jYTotto: „The Bell strikes One; we take no note of time, 
But from its loss; to give it then a tongue, 
Is wise in man; As if an angel spoke, 
I feel the solemn sound" .......... 

Young's Nightthoujghts. 

£>te @locf fcf)lagt @tn$; wit adjten ntcfjt fcer 3eit, 
93i£ ftc &aftm! tf)t etne £untf |u letf) 1 n, 
Sfl ttmfe brum t>cm SWenfd) ; 2Ste QritgelSruf 

gtifyr id) ten ftetcrflang . 

2)oung^ Sftacf) tgefcanf en. 



The Lay of the Bell. 



i 



Stefc turn bet ©lotfe- 

"Vivos toco; Mortuos plango; Fulgura fra 



eft gemcmert tit ber Grrben 
©tefit bte §orm, au$ gehm gebrannt. 
£eute mu£ fete ©tocfe roerben; 
grifcf), ©efetten, feib jur £anb! 
Son ber ©tmte fmg 
Stinnett mu£ ber ©cfjrcetg, 
©ott bag SBerf ben STOeifler foben; 
Sod) ber ©egen fomrat Don'ebem 



3um 2Berfe, bag ttur ernfi 6eretten, 
©ejtemt feet) wohl em ernfted 2Bort; 
SEBenn gute 3fcben ffe begletten, 
Sann jKeflt bte Slrbett mitnter fort 
®o (apt unS jefet mtt gletfl betxafyten, 
2BaS burd) bte fcfymacfye $raft entfprtngt; 
Sett fctjiedjtett 5D?ann mu£ man tteracfyten, 
25er me bebacfyt, tvai ex t>oDC6rtngt ! 



V)t £a\) of t\)c Ml 



Vivos roco; Mortuos pi an go; Fulgura frango. 



ff^ast immured within the Earth, 
Baked of clay the mould doth stand. 
This day must the Bell have birth $ 
Cheer ye, workmen , be at hand! 
From the burning" brow 
Must the sweat-drops flow, 
That the master's skill be shown: — 
Yet HeavVs grace the work must crown! 

The work we're zealously preparing 

Mav well demand a zealous word; 

When cheering words our toils are sharing, 

The task runs on in blithe accord. 

Then let us deeply weigh, what wonders 

From strengthened efforts may arise; 

The thoughtless man who never ponders 

His work's high object, we despise! 



Bag tfl'g ja, roag ben 5D?enfcfjen jteret, 
Unb ba$u n>arb tfym ber 2?erftanb, 
Sag er tm tnnern £er$en fpiiret, 
SEBag er erfcfyafft mtt fetner £anb* 

9£ef)met £ofj ttom gtcfytenftamme, 
Bocf) redjt trocfen (aft eg fern, 
Ba# bte etngepregte gtamme 
©cfylage ju bem ©cfyftjafcf) fytnetn* 

£ocf)t beg ^upferg 33ret; 

©cfynelt bag ginn herbet , 
Bag bte jafye ©(ocfenfpetfe 
gltege narf) ber recfyten SBetfe* 

SCBag in beg Bammeg ttefer ©ru6e 
Bte £anb mtt geuerg £itffe bant, 
£od) auf beg £f)nrmeg ©fotfenfinbe, 
©a tturb eg &on nng jeugen fant! 
9?ocf) bauem tturb'g in [paten £agen 
Unb rnfyren fcteler Sftenfcfyen £>fyr 
Unb nurb mtt ben 33etrii6ten ftagen, 
Unb fttmmen ber Slnbacfyt @)or* 
SGBag unten ttef bem Grrbenfofyne 
Sag n>ecf)felnbe S3erf)angm# brtngt, 
Sag fdhlagt an bte metaUne $rone, 
Bte eg er&aultcf) wetter fftngt. 



5 

'Tis that which human nature graces, 
And this is gifted reason's end, 
That man within his heart's core traces 
What he achieveth with his hand. 

Splinters of the fir-tree take, 
Which are dry and seasoned through, 
That the gather'd flames awake 
Blazing* through the furnace -flue. 

Smelt the copper -mass. 

Mix with tin the brass, 
That the sticky metal may 
Flow along: in proper way. 

What in this mound's deep mine below 
Our hands by help of fire here frame, 
Shall from yon steeple's lofty brow, 
That we are skill'd, aloud proclaim! 
In later days its voice shall live, 
And rouse the ear of many a man ; 
Shall wail, when weeping: mourners grieve, 
And join devotion's pious strain. 
All that, below, to earth-born son 
The chang:eful turn of fortune brings 
Strikes on the Bell's metallic crown 
Which forth in solemn notes it rings. 



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Sagt'S tm't 2(fcf)enfar$ burdjbrtngen , 
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2lud) Don ©cfyaume rem 
9Dlu£ bte 5D?tfct)Utt3 fern, 
£>a# fcom retnltcfyen 9ttetalle 
SKem unb wU bte ©ttmme fcfyalte* 

£>enn mtt ber greube $eterf(ange 
23egriif5t fte bag geltebte $utb 
Sluf femeS £ebenl erftem ©ange, 
Sen e£ tn ©cfjfafeS $rm begtnnt; 
3f)tn vut)en nocf) tm Bettenfdjooj^e 
2)te fct>marjen unb bte fyettern ?oofe; 
£>er 9Eftutterltebe jarte ©orgen 
SSeroadjen fetnen gofbnen 9D?orgem — 
Ste %ai)Xe fltefyen pfletfgefcfyttnnb* — 
aSom SD?abrf)en retgt ftcf> flofj ber $nabe, 
@r jfttrmt tnS Seben ttutb f)tnauS, 
2)urcf;mtgt bte SBelt am SOBanberflabe, 
gremb fefyrt er fyetm itfi SaterfyauS; 
Unb fyerrltrf), tn ber 3ugenb ^rangen, 
2Bte em ©ebt(b au$ ^tmmelSfyofy'tt, 
9Dftt jitct)ttgen r tterfcfydmten SBangen 
©tef)t er bte Simgfrau vox ffct) |W)U» 



7 

Ha! white bubbles springing, see — 
Good , the molten masses swell 5 
Mingle them with Alkali 
Which will haste the fusion well. 

Yet from scoria free 

Must the mixture be. 
That from metal pure and choice 
Tunes the Bell's sonorous voice. 

For with her joyous , festive ringing 
She hails, from high, the darling child 
Who, now life's earliest way beginning, 
Lies meek in slumber's arms beguil'd; 
As yet repose in time's dark womb 
Its cloudy, or its sunshine doom, 
While mother -love with tender warning 
Is watching o'er its golden morning. ----- 
The years, like arrows, swiftly fly. — 
From playful girls breaks proud the boy, 
And into life bursts wildly forth, 
The world to measure o'er with joy, 
Estranged he meets his place of birth; 
And lovely, in her bloom of youth, 
An Image, as from Heaven high, 
With blushing cheek and modest truth 
The graceful virgin meets his eye 1 . 



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Unb tfl son tf)rem ©w£ begludft, 
2)a6 ©cfycmfte fuctjt er auf ten gfaren, 
SDBomft er feme Stebe fcfymikft 
© ^arte ©ef)nfucf)t! fiigeg £ojfen! 
2)er erften Stebe golbne 3eitl 
Sag 2tnge jteljt ben £tmme( cflFeit, 
(56 fd)ft>elgt bag £erj in ©eltgfett; 
O/ ba$ jte ettng grimen bltebe, 
Ste frf)5ne 3^tt ber jungen £tebe! 

SEGte fcc^ fcf)on bte ^fetfen brannen 
Stefeg ©tabcfyen tancf)' id) em, 
©efy'n ttuVg iiberglaf't erfcfyemen, 
5Btrb'g jnm ©uflfe jettt'g fern. 

Sefct, ©efetfen, frtfcf)! 

^riift mtr bag @emtfcf), 
Ob bag ©probe mtt bem 2Beid)en 
©kf) Deremt jum guten 3^cf)em 



9 

Now quickly melts in nameless longing 

His youthful heart — he lonely strays — 

While from his eyes the tears are thronging* 

He flies his Comrades' mirthful ways, 

And blushing soft pursues her traces ; 

Blest 5 when her smiles propitious prove, 

He seeks on Flora's fragrant places 

The choicest boon to deck his love. 

Oh sweet desire! oh blissful hoping 

Of earliest love! thou golden time! 

The eye views all the Heavens oping, 

The heart imbibes a bliss sublime; 

Oh that the verdure prove eternal 

Of youthful love -time, fair and vernal! 

Lo! the pipes are browning over: 
Dip below this little sprit! 
If't appears with glassy cover, 
Then's the mass for casting fit. 

Now T , my workmen, move! 

Let's the mixture prove : 
If the ductile well combine 
With the brittle — hail the sign ! 



1* 



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SGBo ©tarfe^ jtcf) unb SKtfbeS paarten, 

2)a gtett eg eitten gutett $(ang. 

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Ser 2Bafm if* furj — bte 9?eu' tji lang 

Sieblid) in ber SSr&ute ?oden 

(Spirit ber jungfraultcfye $ranj, 

SEBemt bte belfen ^trcbenglorfen 

Saben ju beg gepteg @lan$ — 

2lcf)! be$ Sebeng frfjonfle geter 

dtihiQt and) beg Men SSKat: 

9D?tt bem (Mrtel, mit bem ©djldef 

Sleigt ber fdjone SBafyn entjttet! 

2)te Setbenfcfjaft fittest, 

SDie Stebe mug bfetben; 

2)ie SSIume fcerblufyt, 

5Dte grucfyt mu£ tretben! 

2)er 9Kamt mu£ fyutaug 

3n'g fembltcfje Sebert, 

9D?ujJ mtrfen unb ftreben 

Unb pfCanjen mtb fcfjaffen, 

(Srltjten, erraffen, 

9Dlu# wetten unb magen 

Sag ©lucf ju erjagett. 



11 



For where with mildness power blends, 

Where strength its aid to meekness lends. 

There spreads a sound, both clear and strong. 

So prove, ere thou'rt for ever bound, 

If heart the kindred heart have found — 

Illusion 9 s short — repentance long! 

Lovely in brides 9 flowing lochs 

Blooms the virgin - wreath so bright, 

When the Bell's melodious strokes 

To the nuptial -feast invite — 

Ah! life's fairest festival 

Ends our May of life for ever : 

With the cestus, with the -veil 

All our happy fancies sever! 

The passion then flies r 

But love keeps alive; 

The blossom — it dies — 

The fruit must thrive! 

The husband must forth 

Into harassing life, 

With labour, and strife 

Must venture and strain 5 

With craft, and with pain. 

And skill, and address 

Keep fortune in chase. 



m 

2)a jtromet fyerbet bte unenbttcfye ©a6e; 

@6 fuflt ffcf) ber ©petcfyer nut fofiltcfyer £a£>e, 
£)te jftaume macfjfen, e$ bebnt ffcf> bag <oau$; 

Unb brmtten tvaltet 
2>te jud)tfge £augfratt, 
2>ie Gutter ber flmber, 
Unb berrfd>et toeife 
3m ^au^ltdjen $retfe 
Unb [eftret bte 9Kdbrf)en 
Unb mefyret ben Jfrtaben 
Unb reget ol)n' drnbe 
5Dte fletptgen £anbe 
Unb mefyrt ben ©eftmtn 
5Dttt orbnenbem ©inn; 

Unb fftffet triit ©cfya&en bte buftrnben £aben, 
Unb bre(/t urn bte fdjnurrenbe ©ptnbel ben gaben, 

Unb fammelt im mnltdfj gegldtteten ©cfyrem 
Die fcfummembe $Me, ben fdjneetgen 2em, 
Unb fiiget gum ©it ten ben ©fang nub ben ©dimmer, 
Unb rufjet nimmer. 



/ 



18 



Then streaming approaches the store without 

measure j 

The granary 's teeming with affluent treasure, 
The court - yards increase, the mansion 

expands ; 

And within governs 
The managing house -wife. 
The children's mother, 
And wisely rules here 
In the family 5 sphere 5 
And teaches the girls, 
And cautions the hoys, 
And ever she 9 s moving 
The profit improving 
With diligent hand, 
And prudent command 5 

In sweet-scented coffers her riches she spreads, 
And whirls 'round the clattering spindle the 

threads , 

And hoards in the cleanly, and polished serine 
The glittering wool, and the snowy white line, 
And blends what is useful, and brilliant so ever, 
And resteth never. 



Unb ber 33ater, nut frofyem 33ftd, 
S3on beg ftaufeg roettfcfyauenbem ©fe6ef, 
Ue6er$abfet fern Wityenb ©liicf: 
©tefyet ber ^Pfoften ragenbe SSantne, 
Unb ber ©efyeunen gefuKte 3iaume, 
Unb bte ©petcfjer, fcom ©egen gcbogett r 
Unb beg $orneg bettegte 2Bogen> 
9?ii^mt jidf) mtt jWjem 9Dimib : 
,$ept, rote ber @rbe ©runb, 
©egen beg Ungliicfg Sfftacfyt 
®tef)t tntr bee £aufeg ^racljt!" — 
Socf) mtt beg ©efcfjkfeg Sftacfyten 
3(1 fern em'ger 93imb ju ftecfjten, 
Unb bag Unglucf fefyreftet fcfjneM- 

2Bof)f, nun fann ber ©up begtnnen; 
®cf)6tt gejarfct ifi ber 33nui); 
Sorf), bettor nuVg faff en rinnen, 
SSetet emeu frommen Sprud)! 

©toft ben 3apfen aug! 

©ott bemafyr' bag £>aug! 
^tauefyenb in beg £enfe(g 33ogen 
@djte0t'd mit feuerbraunen 2Bogen. 



And the father , with loots elate , 
From his house's far o'er -looking: gable, 
Is computing his thriving estate: 
Looks at his barns 9 far prominent beams. 
And his store - houses fill'd to their brims , 
And with blessings his granaries bowings 
And his cornfields' billow -like flowing. 
Boasts then with lofty words: 
„Fast, as Earth's rocky hoards, 
Gainst Fate's destructive might. 
Stands here my house all bright ! u — 
But with powerful Destinies 
There 's no pact that ever ties, 
And Misfortune strideth fast. 

Well, the casting may begin, 
For the fracture 's toothed fair; 
Yet, before we run it in, 
Offer up a pious pray'r! - — 

Pull the stopper out! 

Lord, bless all about! 
Smoking in the handle's bow 
Forth the red-hot surges flow. 



2Bof)W)dttg tjl beg geuerg Wladjt, 
2Bemt fte ber SCRenfdE) 6e$af)mt, bemacfjt, 
Unb, n>ag er 6t(bef, tt>ag er fcfyajft, 
Sag bauft er btefer £tmmelgfraft ; 
Socf) furcfyt&ar tvixb bte £tmme(gfraft, 
SOBemt fie ber gefiet jtcf) entrafft, 
din^extxxtt auf ber etguen ©pur, 
Ste freie £od)ter ber 9?atur* 
$Bef)e! menu jTe (oggelaffen, 
2Bad)fenb ofyue SBStberftanb, 
Surcf) bte ttolf&ele&ten ©afen 
2Ca(jt ben ungefyeuern 33ranb! 
Semt bte ©entente fyaffen 
Sag ©ebtlb ber $ienfct)enf)anb. 

Slug ber SB3olfe 
Outfit ber @egen, 
©tromt ber Diecjen; 
Slug ber 2DoIfe — ofyne 2Baf)l — 
3ucft ber ®tra()L 

£ort tfyr'g ttumment fyod) t>om £f)urm? 

Sag ijl ©turm! 

SRotf), ttue Slut, 

3(1 ber pummel — 

Sag tjl ntcfjt beg £ageg @(utf)- 



17 

Beneficent 's the might of fire 5 

When man can watch, and tame its ire 5 

For what he plans, and what he frames, 

He owes to Heaven's powerful flames; 

But dread 's the powerful flame of Heaven , 

When bursting- from its fetters riven. 

And wandering: forth its own wild ways , 

The free - born child of Nature strays, 

Woe! when free'd from all restraint, 

Waxing- spite of help, the brand 

Through the peopled streets finds vent, 

Spreading- flames wide o'er the land! 

For the wilful Element 

Hates the works of human hand. 

From the clouds 
Blessing's pour, 
Flows the show'r; 
From the clouds — all alike — 
Lightnings strike. 

Hark ! from yon tow 'r the w ail of harm — 

That's th'alarm! 

Red as blood 

Heav'n is seen — 

Thus the day -light never glowM. 



2Be(d) ®etummet 
©tra#en auf! 
Dampf tvaUt auf; 
gtfacfernb fletgt bte $euerfau(e; 
Surd) ber ©trafett lange %z\U 
2Cdcf)(l eg fort mtt Sffitnbegetfe; 
$ocf)enb, note auS £>fen6 S)iacf)en, 
©(itfyn bte £i'tfte; S3alfen fracfyen, 
3>fojlen jlitrjen, genfier fttrren, 
^tnber jammern, 3D?ittter trren, 
Stf)tere ttumment 
Unter £rummern; 
2We6 rennet, rettet, flitcfytet; 
£agf)elt tft bte SRadft geltdjtet; 
Surcf) ber £anbe (ange $ette 
Urn bte SBette 

gftegt ber Sinter; fyocf) tm 23ogen 
@prt£en Quetten SOBajferwogem 
^eutenb fommt ber Sturm geflogcn, 
25er bte glantme 6raufeub fudjt; 
-<Praj]e(nb tn bte bitrre gtucfjt 
%aUt fte, tn beg ©petcfjerg ffianmt, 
3n ber ©parren bitrre S3aume; 



What a din ! 

Up the street 

Smote - clouds fleet! 

Flaring mounts the pillared fire 

Through the streets' long rows still high 5 . 

Waxing with the whirlwind's ire. 

Boiling, as in iron -forges. 

Glows the air 5 the beams are torches. 

Posts are cracking, windows clinliing, 

Children crying, mothers shrinking:; 

Beasts are lowing 

'Neath the ruin ; 

All are running, saying, flying; 
Clear as day the night is glowing; 
Through the chain of hands quick plying 
Passes flying 

Now the bucket; high in arches 
Engine -wells spout dashing surges. 
Roaring comes the storm apace, 
Keeping fierce the flame in chase ; 
Crackling in the arid grain 
Bursts it, through the barns it streams, 
Through the weather-beaten beams; 



Unb, aft wcttte fte tm SBefyett 
SJlit ftd) fort ber (Srbe SDBuc^t 
D?et£en m gemaft'ger §(ncf)t, 
2Bad)|T: fie ttt beg £tmmel$ £>of)ett 
Ditefengrop! 
£ofmmg$foS 

SKMcfyt ber ffllenfdj ber ©otterftdrfe; 
SfJJuptg jteftt cr fetne SBerfe 
Unb fcettumbernb untergefyen, 

2eerge6rannt 
Sfi bte ®tafte, 

2Bt(ber gturme raufyeS SSette; 
3n ben oben gtnf?erl)5f)(en 
SS?ot)ttt bag ©ranen, 
Unb beg £tmmelg SSSoIfen fcfyanen 
feocf) funem* 

©men 93ttcf 
??acf) bem @ra6e 
Seiner Qabe 

@enbet nocf) ber 9D?enfcf) jnrikf — 
©retft frobltcf) bann jum 2Banberf?a6e: 
ffiag genergnmtf) tfym aurf) gerau&t, 
@ttt fitter -troll: tji tf)m ge&He&en — 
@r jafytt bi'e £anpter fetner Stefcen — 
Unb fTef) : tfym febtt fern t^eureS #aupt 



And, as would their whirling: strain 
Tear the Earth's enormous weight 
Forth in mighty sweeping: flight, 
Rise the flames to Heaven's domain 
Giant -high! 
Hopelessly 

Man yields to the mighty Fates 5 
Lost in idle wond'r awaits 
The ruin of his fabricks vain. 

Desolate 
Is the space. 

For rude blasts a resting-place; 
In the desert window hollows 
Dwells despair, 

And the clouds of Heaven glare 
Through from high. 

A last eye 
At the tomb 
Of his home 

Yet casts back the harassed man — 
His staff he grasps serenely then : 
Whatever him reft fire's dreadful chafe, 
One comfort, sweeter than all store, 
Remains, — he counts his darlings o'er 
And see: all gather 'round him safe! 



3n bte @rb' tjPg aufgntommen; 
©lucfltcf) tft bte germ gefuttr; 
SEBfrb'0 and} fctjort ju Sage fommen, 
Sag e$ gletp unb jfmtjl t^ergtlt ? 
SBetttt ber ©up nriglang — 
28enn bte genu jerfprattg — 
2ld)! tnetfetcfyt, intern ftur boffin, 
jpat mte Hnbett fdjon getrcjfen! 

Sent butifeltt ©cfjoop ber (jet'Pgeit Qrrfce 
SSertrauen toix ber §anbe 3$at> 
Sertraut ber ©amann feme ©aat 
Unb befit, bap fie entfetmen n>erte 
3um Segen, nacf) bee jjtmmelS diatl\ 
9ied) foftltcfjeren ©amen Bergen 
9Btr/ traitratb, in ber Qrrbc ©chocs 
Unb beffen, bag er ani ben Sdrgen 
Brr6lul)eti foil fdjonerm &>o& 

SSen bem Some 
©corner unb bang 
Xont bte ©(ocfe 
©ra&gefang- 

gritfi begletten ibxe £rauerfd)lage 
@tnen SEanb'rer auf bem le^ten Sffiege. 



The Earth received the brazen seed , 
Fairly has the mould its fill; 
May it bright to daylight speed , 
Well reward our toil and skill ! 
If the casting: fail — 
If the mould prove frail — 
Ah! perhaps, while we are hoping 
Dire mishap our meed is croping! 

To the dark womb of holy Earth 
Confide we now r our manual deed 5 
The sower , too 9 confides his seed , 
And hopes , that time will give it birth 
With Heaven's blessed tenfold meed. 
Still dearer seed we bring to peace 
With sorrow into Earth's dark womb. 
And hope , the grave will once release 
Its charge 5 to blow in happier doom, 

From the dome 
Sad and slow 
Tolls the Bell 
The knell of w oe. 

Hark! her sad and solemn notes attend 
Now a wand'rer to his last way's end. 



3ld)! bte ©atttit ffW, tie theme, 
2Jcfy! eg tjl fete treue SJiutter, 
2)te ber fcfymarje giirjl: bet ©cfjatten 
22egfitbrt aug bem 2lrm beg ©attett, 
Slug ber jarten $mber ©cfyaar, 
Ste fie bttibenb ibm gebar, 
£te ffe an ber treuen SSrujl: 
SBacfjfen fa!) mtt SRutterlitjk — 
Kd)! bee £aufeg jarte SSanbe 
©mb gel&ft auf tmmerbar; 
£>emt jte toofmt tm ©cfyattentanbe, 
Ste beg £aufeg 99?utter mar; 
£emt eg feblt tbr treueg 2£?alten, 
Sfyre ©orge wacfyt ntrf)t mebr; 
2ln t>ertt>atf'fer @tatte flatten 
SOBtrb bie grembe, Itebeleer* 

S3tg bie @(cde ffrf> fcerfubtet, 
2a£t bte jlrenge Arbeit rubm 
SOBte tm £aub ber 23ogel fptelet, 
5D?ag ftcfj jeber giith'rf) tbum 

9Bmft ber ©terne Z\d)t, 

Sebtg alter 9>fKd)t, 
jpbrt ber SSurfct) bte SSefper fcf)lag< 
SDJetfter mu£ ffcf> tmmer plagem 



25 

Ah! 'tis she, the wife, the dear, 
Ah! 'tis she, the loving: mother 
Whom the gloomy Prince of shades 
From her husband's arms forth leads, 
From her children's fond embraces 
Whom she bare in blooming graces , 
Whom she fost'ring to her breast 
With a mother's love had prest. — 
Ah! the house's tender bands 
Now are burst for e'er — alas! 
For she dwells in shady lands 
Who the house's mother was 5 
For her faithful rule is missing, 
And her tender care now sleeps 5 
O'er her orphans - — void of blessing, 
Cold her sway a stranger keeps. 

While the Bell is growing cool, 
Now from tiresome labour rest 
As on glossy leaves the fowl, 
Each may sport as likes him best. 

When the star-light winks, 

And the Vesper rings, 
Workmen are from duty free 5 
Masters must still busy be. 



2 



Stutter forbert 
©etne ©cfyrttte 

%cxn tm nritben gorfl ber SOBanbrer 

9iacf) ber Iteben £etmatf)f)utte, 

SBlofenb jtefyen 

£etm bte ©cfyafe, 

Unb ber Dftnber 

S3rettgefttrnte glatte ©cfyaaren 

$ommen bruCenb 

Ste getoofmten ©tatte fiiKenb* 

©d)tt>er fyereht 

@d)tt>anft ber $Bagen, 

$ornbetaben; 

23unt son $ar6en, 

2luf ben ©arben 

Stegt ber $ran$, 

Unb bag junge SBoIf ber ©cfrmtter 
gttegt jum £anj, 
QJiarft unb ©tra£e 
SBerben jttller; 

Urn beg £kt)tg gefeU'ge glnmme 
<Bammdn ftcf> bte jpauebemcbner; 
Unb bag <&tabtt\)ot 
©cfyltegt jtd) fnarrenb, — 



Gaily traces 
His quick paces 

Yonder in the wood a wand'rer 
To his cheerful home's embraces. 
Bleating: sheep 
Homeward creep, 
And the herds of 

Horn'd, broad - fronted , lusty cattle 
Lowing come 

To their wonted stables home. 

Creaking: reels 

In the wain, 

Charged with grain; 

Gay with leaves 

On the sheaves 

Garlands lie, 

And to dance the youthful reapers 
Briskly hie. 
Street and market 
Growing silent; 

'Round the taper's social blaze 
Take the houses' inmates place; 
And the town -gate 
Closes creaking. — 



©cfjwarj bebecfef 
®tcf) bte @rbe; 

Sod) ben ftcfyern 33iirger fcfyrecfet 
mtyt bte ytafyt, 
Ste ben Sofen grag(td) roecfet; 
Senn bag 2lnge beg @efe£eg it>atf)t 

ijetpge ©rbnnng, fegenretcfye 
ijtmmeigtocfyter, bte bag ©fetcfye 
gret unb tetcfyt unb freubtg btnbet, 
Sie ber ©tdbte £3au gegritnbet, 
25te t)eretn son ben ©efftben 
fKtef ben ungefelPgen 5Bt(ben, 
dintxat in ber 9Wenfdjen £mtten, 
©te geroofmt ju fanften ©ttten 
Unb bag tfyeuerjle ber 23anbe 
2Bob r ben £rteb jum 23aterfanbe* 

Xaufenb fletg'ge £anbe regen, 
£>elfen jtcf) ttt munterm 33unb, 
Unb in feurtgem 23e>t>egen 
2Serben alte $rdfte funb- 
9DMfter ritfyrt jtct) nnb ©efelle 
3n ber gretfyett f)etPgem ©ct)tt§; 
3eber frent jtcf) fetner ©telle, 
Stetet bent 23eracf)ter £ru$ ! 



Darkness spreadeth 
O'er Earth quite; 
Yet the peaceful burgher heecleth 
IXot the night 

Which the waking: villain dreadeth; 

For the watchful eye of law looks bright. 

Holy Order, blessing -breathing, 
Heaven -born daughter, fairly wreathing 
Gladly all the kindred twines: 
She who founded first the towns. 
Who, from dreary wood and field, 
To the cities' happy shield 
CalFd the savage 5 in man's dwelling 
Planted milder forms and feeling, 
And who wove the dearest band: 
The love unto our Fatherland! 

Thousand busy hands are moving 
Which in active union shake, 
And in fiery strife improving 
All the latent powers awake. 
Masters heed, and workmen speed 
Under Freedom's holy crest; 
Each enjoys his station's meed, 
Spurns the mocking scorner's jest! 



2W>ett tjl beg SSiirgerS Sterbe, 
©egen tjl ber 3Wuf)e ^>retg ; 
(Sfyrt ben $ontg feme SBitrbe, 
(Sfyret and ber £anbe gfat'f. 

jpolber grtebe, 
©iige (Smtracfyt, 
SEBetfet, n>et(et 

$reunbltcf> uber btefer ©tabt! 
SMoge me ber Sag erfdjetnen, 
SDBo beS tauten $rtegeS #orben 
StefeS jltlte £f)at burcfytoben; 
2Bo ber #tmme{, 
Sen beg SlbenbS fanfte 3?6tf)e 
Stebltd) matt, 

SSon ber Sorfer, Don ber ©tabte 
22tlbem 23ranbe fcfyrecfitcf) (lraf)(t! 

SRun jerbredjt mtr bag ©ebattbe, 
©erne 2lbjtcf)t bat'g erfufift, 
Sag jld) £erj unb Sluge metbe 
3ln bem roofylgelimgnen 33tlb. 

©djnungt ben jammer, fcfynnngt, 
S3t£ ber Mantel fprtngt! 
2Benn bte ©locf fott auferjleben, 
SDlug bte gorm in ©tiitcfen gefyen- 



Labour is the burgher's dowry, 
Blessing's are his labour's price 5 
If our Kings in Honours glory , 
Our skill with Honours vies. 

Lovely Peace, 
Concord sweet 
Tarry, tarry! 

Friendly still this city greet! 

May that woeful day ne'er come, 

When rough warriors' trampling feet 

Through this silent valley roam 5 

When the Heavens, 

Now with evening's rosy brow 

Painted fair , 

With the conflagrating glow 

Of our towns, and hamlets glare! 

Now you may the mould destroy, 
For its purpose is fulfill'd, 
That our hearts and eyes enjoy 
The Bell's figure, fairly built. 

Swing the hammer, hit! 

Till the cover split: 
Would we bring the Bell to birth , 
We must break the mould of earth. 



£)er SCftetjler fanti bie gorm $er6red)en 
Wlit roeifer fyani), jur recfjten 3ett; 
Sod) roefye, n>enn m glammettbacfyen 
Sag g(uf)'nbe (£r$ ftct> fe(6fi befrett! 
Slmbnmtfyenb , mtt beg SomterS $racfjen 
3erfprengt eg bag geborftne £aug, 
Unb, tt>te aug offnem ipoflenrachett, 
©peit eg 33erberben jmtbenb aug* 
SCBo rot)e $rafte jinnlog walten, 
£a farnt jtd) fein ©e6t(b gejlalten; 
S£5enn ftcf) bte SSoIfer felbjl frefret'n, 
2)a fann bte 2Bot)(faf)rt mcfyt gebetfy'n- 

9S3ef)', menu ffcf> ut bem (Scfyoof? ber Stabte 
£er getterjmtber jltK gefyattft, 
Sa^ Self, jerre^enb feme $ette, 
3ur (Stgetifyulfe fcf)recf(id) gretft! 
£a jerret an ber ©(ode ©trangett 
Ser 2lufruf)t, ba# fie fceufenb fdjattt 
Unb, nur geroeibt ju grtebengftangen , 
Ste Sofimg anjttmmt jur ©ewaft* 



At proper time the master dashes 
The mould of clay with skilful hands; 
But dreadful! when in fiery gushes 
The glowing: metal breaks its bands! 
Blind -raging , with the thunder's roaring 
It bursts the riven massy case. 
And 9 as from yawning hell -jaws pouring, 
Destruction with the fire -flood strays. 
Where senseless pow'rs are madly reigning 
No form can be existence gaining; 
When nations break the social tie, 
Then never thrives Prosperity! 

Woe ! if within the city's heart 
Combustion's sparks once latent lie, 
The mob from riven fetters start, 
To arms for vindication fly ! 
Then uproar wild the rope will seize , 
That dreadfully the Bell howls far, 
And, destin'd but for sounds of peace, 
She lends her voice to civil -war. 



ftteitjeit unb ®{etd)f)ett! f)ort matt flatten 
2)er ruft'ge SSiirger gretft jur 253el)r; 
25te ©tragen fittten jlcf), bte fallen, 
Unb 28urger6anben $tel) 1 n umf)er\ 
2)a merben SfBetber $u £*)dnen 
Unb tret'6en mtt @ntfe£en ©cf)er$; 
9toct) jucfenb, mtt beg spantfyerg 3<M)M*t 
3erret$en ffe beg gembeg §er$* 
9ttd)tg jpetltgfeS tjl mefyr; eg lofen 
@td) atfe Sanben frommer ©cfyeu; 
£er ©irte rdumt ben ^piats bem 25ofen, 
Unb aite 2ajler malten freu 

©efafyrltcf) tfTg ben Seu $u n>e<fen, 
35erber6Itrf) tjl beg £tgerg 3<*f)tt> 
Sebocf) bag @cf)recf(td)jle ber ©cfyrecfen 
Sag tjl ber 9)?enfd) tn femem 2Baf)n* 

2Betf benen, bte bem (£ttng6ltnben 
2)eg gtcfjteg §tmmelgfatfel letfy'n! 
@te jlrafyft tt)th ntcfyt, ffe fann nur junben 
Unb dfcfyert ©tdbt' unb ?dnber em. 



„Freedom! Equality! 46 All crying* 
The peaceful burghers rush to arms 
On halls and streets all crowded hieing*, 
While roaring* rove the murderous swarms* 
IVow women, lihe hyaenas daring*, 
With direful horrors coarsely jest ; 
With panther- teeth their enemy tearing*, 
His palpitating: heart they wrest. 
Then noug*ht is sacred 5 ev'ry tie 
Of pious and religious awe 
Is rent; the virtuous yielding fly, 
And vice and villains give the law. 

To wake the lion — ah beware! 
The tiger's fangs destruction spread — 
But there's a woe surpasses drear — 
'Tis man , when by his frenzies led, 

Woe! woe to those who would enlighten 
The ever -blind with Heaven's light! 
For them it will not blissful brighten, 
It will but towns and countries blight. 



greube bat mtr ©ott gegeben! 
@ebet, ttue em golbner ©tern, 
5 2Jus ber §Mfe, blanf unb eben, 
©d)alt fTct> ber metallne $ern. 
23on bent §elm jum jirattj 
©ptelt'S, nue ©onnenglanj! 
2luct) be$ SappenS nette <Sd)tlber 
£eben ben erfabrnen 33t(ber, 

herein! herein 
©efetten alle, fcfyttept ben Dietben, 
£a£ mtr tie ©fetfe, taufenb, nm'ben: 
ff Soncerbta" foil tbr 3lame fetn. 
3ur ©intradjt, ju berjmmgem SSerctne 
SSerfammle fie bte liebenbe ©emetne ! 

Unb bieg fet fortan tbr 25eruf, 
SGBoju ber SJietjler fie erfcbuf: 
ibecb ttbcrm ntebern (grbenleben 
Soil fie mt btauen £tmmefe$eft, 
©te 9?acf)6arm bee Somtere, fcfyweben 
Unb grenjen an bte Sternenmelt ; 
@oll etne ©ttmme fetn fcon oben, 
SEBic ber ©ejltrne belle Scfyaar, 
©te tbren Stopfer wanbefnb loben 
Unb fnhren ba£ befranjte 3nbr. 



37 

Joy to me the Lord has ffiven! 
Look ye, like a star of gold, 
Breaks the brazen kernel even, 
Smooth, and brightly from the mould. 

Lo! from vase to brim 

All's a sparkling: beam! 
E'en the scutcheon's blazon'd grace 
Tells the skilful artist's praise* 

Come in! come in 
Mv workmen alL and close around 
While we the Bell are christening : 
,,Concordia a be her name, and sound — 
In concord, and in heartfelt harmony 
She may unite the dear community! 

And be* vocation be henceforth, 
For this the master gave her birth: 
This low and earthly life high o'er 
She shall amid yon azure sky 
A neighbour of the thunders soar , 
And touch the world of stars on high 5 
A voice she shall be from above, 
Such as the chorus of the sphere 
Which praise their Maker, while they move, 
And lead about the wreathed year. 



s JJur emtgen nnb ernften Stngen 
©et tbr metatfner 9J2unb gett>etf)t, 
Unb jtiinbltcf) mit ben fcfjneUen ©cfyttungen 
33eruf)r' tm $fnge fie fete 3 e ^ 
Sent Scfytcffal (etfte ffe bte 3^9^; 
©el bp f^erjfog, ofme SDlttgefuhl, 
33eg(ette fie nut tbrem Scfjttmnge 
£)e$ 2e6enS tt>ecf)fefooll'e$ ©pteL 

Unb rote ber $lang im £)l)r t>ergebet , 
2)er, macfyttg tonenb, thr entfdbaflt, 
@o lebre jte, ba£ 9itcf)t$ beflebet, 
2)a£ alteS Srbtfrfje &erf»aUt 

3e£o mtt ber $raft be$ ©trangee 
Sffitegt bte ©focP mtr au£ ber ©xnft, 

pe tn bag detd) bee Jiiangee 
©tetge, tn bte jjtmmelSfaft ! 

3tebet, Jtefret, bebt! 

©te bemegt jTd), fcbmebr! 
greube btefer ^tatt bebeute, 
grtebe fet tfyr erft ©eldute! 



But to eternal , solemn things 
Devoted be her brazen mouth- 
She hourly touch with fleeting- swing's 
Time's current , as it swiftly flowthj 
To fate her tongue she then may lend : 
Heartless herself, and void of feeling, 
She may with sounding: swings attend 
The turns of life 5 s eventful wheeling. 

And 5 as her sound dies on the ear, 
Tho ? powerful tuning* in her lay, 
Thus she may teach, that nought lasts here 
That earthly things die all away! 

Now with powerful ropes we weigh 
Up from Earth's deep mine the Bell 
To the reign of harmony, 
Where her notes in ether swell! 

Hoist her! hoist yet, raise! 

Now she rises — sways! 
Joy she to this town fore -tell — 
Peace her earliest chimes may hail ! 



Select minor Poems 

from the German of 

Fr. Schiller. 



n emem Zfyal bei axmen Smitten 
(£rfcf)ten unit jebem jungm Sat)**/ 
©ofmlb bte erften Serdjen fcfyrotrrteit, 
(£m 3Rabcf)en fcfyint unb twmbexbax. 

©ie roar ntcfjt m bem £f)al geboren, 
9Kan ttmfte md)t, roober ffe fam; 

Unb fcfyttett mar tyre ©par fcerlorett, 
©obalb bag SDlabcfyen 2lbfct)teb naf)m* 

93efeltgenb n>ar tyre Sfttye, 
Unb alle £erjen nmrbert roeit; 

2>ocfj erne 583urbe, erne £obe 
Gnttfernte bte 93ertraulfcf)fett 



MaxTtm from abroatr. 



In yonder vale, 'mongst humble shepherds. 
Appeared with ev'ry youthful year. 

When early larks rose warbling: upwards, 
A wondrous maiden sweet, and fair. 

She was not born within that valley 5 

From whence she came ? — they never knew 

And soon her traces vanished wholly, 
Whene'er the maiden bid adieu. 

Sweet, bliss - infusing was her presence, 
And ev'ry heart beat high and free; 

Yet her superior worth, and essence 
Refrain'd from familiarity. 



©te bxad)te ©lumen mtt unb ^titcfyte, 
©eretft auf emer anbern glur, 

3n emem anbern Sonnenltcfyte, 
3n emer gfucfCtrfjern J?atur, 

Unb tbetfte 3ebem erne ©a&e, 

Sent ftxiuhte, 3enem SSIumen au£; 

Set Sungfmg unb ber ©rex^ am Sta&e 
Grin Seber gutg 6efcf)enft nacf) Jpatt& 

2Btflfommen waren atfe ©afte; 

Sod) nafrte (id) cm [te&enb $)aar, 
Sent retdhte fee ber ©a&en 6efte, 

£er S3Iumen aUerfcfjonjie bar. 



She came with glowing fruits and flowers. 

Matured below another shy. 
In other meadows, fields, and bowers, 

And flushed with Nature's happier dye. 

To ev'ry one a gift she handed, 

To one some fruits, and flow'rs to some 5 

Both Youth, and Age on staves, and bended, 
Each with some boon went to his home. 

She welcomed ev'ry guest with pleasure, 
But when a loving pair came near, 

She ofFerM them her richest treasure, 
The choice of flowers sweet , and fair. 



o tviUft bu treufoe t>on mtr fdjetbett 
SDttt bemen- fyolbett *pf)antctften, 
9Rtt betnen ©cfjmerjett, bemen gteuben, 

9Kit alien wter6tWtcf) f£tel)n? 
jtantt m'cfytS btd), gftefyenbe, fceweilen, 

£>, memeg ?et>en$ golbne 3^? 
SBergebettS! beme SOBelfen etlen 
#mab inS 9D?eer ber (Smtgfett. 



Z 1) t 3 & £ a i 



or the 

Dreams of Youth. 



if a! faithless wilt thou from me sever 

With all thy happy fantasies, 
Thy fondled cares, thy joys? — For ever 

Forth unrelentingly he flies! 
Ah ! can no power detain thee flying ? — 

Stay youthful life's enchanting tide! 
5 Tis vain! thy billows ever plying 

Down to eternity still glide. 



Grrlofcfyen jtnb bte fyettern ©onnen, 

£te memer Sugenb *Pfab ert>ellt; 
®te Sbeale ffnb jerronnen, 

2)te etnft bag trunfne ^erj gefcfymelft; 
dx tfi baf)tn, ber fiige ©laube 

2ln SfBefen, bte mem £raum gebar, 
Set raufyen S83xrf£tdt)fett gum 9?aube, 

3Ba$ etnjt fo fcfyon, fo gottHcf) u>ar* 

SEBte etnfi mtt fKefyenbem Serlangen 

sjtygmatton ben ©tern umfcfytog, 
93t$ ttt beg 9Dlarmor$ falte 2Bangeu 

(Smpfmbung gliifyenb jtct) ergo#, 
©o fcfylang tcf) mtd) mtt 2tebeSarmen 

Um bte 3?atur, mtt 3ugenbluft, 
3St6 fie ju atfymen, jit erwarmen 

SSegann an metner SDtcfjterbrujt, 

Unb, tt)et(enb metne gfammentriebe, 

£)te ©tumme etne ©pracfye fanb, 
SDltr nnebergab ben ber £tebe 

Unb metneS #er$enS $Iang fcerfianb; 
£>a lebte mtr ber 33aum, bte 9?ofe, 

SEJitr fang ber QueCen ©tlberfatl, 
(Si fufylte felbjt ba3 ©celenlofe 

Son metneS ?ebenS SOBteberfyafiL 



Set are the cheerful suns that lighted 

My youthful path, with dazzling* light ; 
Th' ideal forms, alas! are blighted 

That swelled my heart's entrancing sight; 
'Tis fled! the sweet belief that rested 

On fancied offsprings of my dreams; 
Ah! stern reality has blasted 

All that erst shone with heavenly beams. 

As once, with passionate imploring, 

Pygmalion clasped the senseless stone, 
Till in its marble cheeks was pouring 

Life's glowing current from his own; 
Thus erst I wrapp'd, with fond embraces, 

All Nature in my youthful arms, 
Till she drew life, and warmth, and graces 

From out my breast's poetic charms. 

Partaking thus my vital fire, 

Her silence into language broke, 
She paid the kiss of warm desire, 

And felt the note my heart then spoke; 
With life each tree, and rose was blushing, 

From silver - brooks would music swell; 
E'en into lifeless forms was rushing 

The echo of my life's fair spell. 



(&i bebnte mtt altmadjt'gem ©treben 

£)te enge 35rujl: em fretfenb M, 
Qexaufyutxeten in bae 2e6en, 

3tt £f)at unb SDBort, m SStlb unb ©djaH. 
3Q3te gro£ mar btefe 2Beft geftaltet, 

©o fang bte $nofpe jte nod) 6arg; 
3Bte mentg, ad)! bat jtdj entfattet: 

2>te$ 2Bemge, n>te Hem unb farg! 

2Bte fyrang, fcon fubnem SWut^ beflugelt, 

SSegturft in femes £raumeS 2Babn, 
SSon femer ©orge nod) gejiigelt, 

£er 3ungltng m beg 2cbenS 93abn! 
33t$ an beg Sietberg 6Ietcf)(Ie ©terne 

@r()ob tf)n ber Grntmitrfe §(ug; 
9itd)tg mar fo bod) unb ntd)tg fo ferne, 

3Bof)iit tbr glugri tbn ntd)t trug. 

SfBte letcfyt marb er babtn getragen! 

SEBaS mar bem ©(ucfh'djen ju fdiroer? 
2Cte tanjte fcor beg 2e6eng SOBagen 

25te htfttge Seglettung ber: 
Ste frefee mtt bem fiifen 2ot)ne, 

Sag @(ucf mtt fetnem golbnen $ran$, 
©er 5Kubm mtt fetner ©ternenfrone, 

©te SBabrbett tit ber ©onne @(anj! 



51 



In heavenly strife my breast expanded, 

Too narrow for the whirling sphere, 
Forth into life all powers extended 

In words, and deeds, in song*, and lere. 
How richly lay the world infolded, 

When yet the bud inclosed it all 5 
How 7 poorly, ah! the flow'rs unfolded: 

Those little gays, how few and small! 

How r flew on boldness 5 wings, wild soaring, 

Beguiled with flatt'ring fancy's dreams, 
Free from dull care's oppressive poring, 

The stripling high , in life's bright beams ! 
Up to the palest constellation 

Bore him his bosom's daring plight 5 
Nought was too far, no elevation 

Could stop his spirit's winged flight. 

How lightly then life's car upbore him ! 

Nought could impede his happy way 5 
How gayly danced his guides before him! 

The airy fantoms of his 3Iay : 
Kind Love with all his sweet enjoyments, 

And Fortune crowned with golden wreath, 
Renown with stars and high employments, 

And Truth that lives on Phoebus' breath! 



Sod), ad)! fdjon auf beg SEBegeg 5Wttte 

SSerforen bte SSegtetter ftd), 
©te wanbien treulog tfyre ©djrttte, 

Unb etner nad) bem attbertt ftud)* 
Setdjtfitgtg n>ar bag ©litcf entflogen, 

2)eg SBBtffeng Surjl blkb ungejltat, 
©e^ 3«>etfelg ftnflre SBetter $ogen 

©tcf) urn ber SOBafyrfyett ©onnenbtfb* 

3d) fal) beg 9?ttl)meg fyetl'ge jMnje 

Sluf ber gemetnen ©tirn' entnmfyt 
aid), atljufdjnelt, Had) furjem 2enje, 

@ntflol) bte fcfyone SJtebegjett! 
Unb tmmpr flitter marb'g unb tmmer 

SSerlaff'ner auf bem xautyn ©teg; 
JJaum ttwrf nod) etnen bletdjen ©djtmmer 

2)te jpofmutg auf ben ftnflern SBeg. 

Son alt bem raufd)enben ©elet'te 

SOBer fyarrte Itebenb bet mtr aug? 
SDBer flefyt mtr trojlenb nod) jur ©ette 

Unb folgt mtr btg jum ftnflern $aug? 
3Du, bte bu atte SOBunben fyetfefl, 

2)er greunbfcfyaft letfe, jarte £anb; 
Seg Sebeng 93itrben Itebenb tf)et(efl; 

2>u, bte td) friifye fud)t unb fanb- 



53 



But oh! when scarcely mid -way reaching, 
Those fair companions left the race, 

They faithless turn'd, my course impeaching, 
And one by one stole from the trace: 

Fleet Fortune there away was wheeling 1 ; 
My thirst of wisdom ne'er was quench'd. 

And doubts, in gath'ring clouds loud pealing* 
i 'Round sunlike Truth were deeply ranged. 

Then Glory's garlands, me evading, 

I saw on worthless brows profaned; 
Ah! but too soon, Love's May was fading, 

When ruthless blasts his blossoms stained ! 
And stiller, stiller grew the prospect, 

And lonelier still my trackless way; 
Hope scarce, with pale and dying aspect, 

Smiled through the dark with fading ray. 

Of all that tribe but one companion 

Remained , and kind assistance gave , 
Who yet stands near in faithful union, 

And guides me cheerful to the grave; 
Friendship! 'tis thou who kindly healest 

All wounds with light and tender hand; 
Thou who through life each burden dealest; 

With whom 1 twined the earliest band. 



Unb bit, bte gem mtt ifyr f[d) gattet, 

SOBte jTe, ber @ee(e ©turm befcfyroort, 
SSefcfyafttgtmg, bte me exmatttt, 

®te lattgfam fcfyafft, bod) me jerftort, 
2)te ju bem S5au ber @n>tgfetten 

3*t>ar ©anbforn nur fur Smtbforn retcfct, 
SDocfy fcott ber grogen ©cfyulb ber B^ett 

Sflututen, £age, Saljre pretext 



And thou who fain with him uniting*, 

Like him conjurest the storms of life , 
Employment! — She who never blighting, 

Still slowly works, with ceaseless strife: 
Eternity's great work increasing, 

But brick by brick the structure rears; 
Yet from the debt of time unceasing 

Is striking- minutes, days, and years. 



® i e 58 t it m c 



tnber ber fcerjiingten ©onne, 
SSIumen ber gefcfymwften gfur, 
@ud) er$og $u Sufi unb SBomte, 

3a, eucf) Itebte bte Viatux. 
©d)on ba$ Meii mit ?idjt geftufet, 
©cfyon fyat $(ora eucf) gefctjmiicfet 
9Ditt ber %axben ©ottetpracfyt 
£olbe §rit!)ltng6f tnber, Haget! 
©eefe fyat ffe eucf) tterfaget, 
Unb tfyr felber wofynt in 9Jacf)t 



Z 1) c £ I o to t r 



Children of the vernal treasure , 

Flowers of smiling fields and groves. 
You were rear'd for joy and pleasure: 

You kind Nature dearly loves. 
Fair embroidered are your garments, 
Gay, with Iris' rich adornments 

Are you decked by Flora's hand : 
Yet - bewail your situation ! 
You are void of animation., 

And in senseless night you stand ! 

3* 



SWacbtigaH ant Serche ftngen 

Crucf) ter Kc6c feltg ?cce, 
©aufelnte 2i>U:biten fcfrirmgen 

53uMenfc ffch auf eurem Select?. 
2Bc:bte enree ,£e[cbce j?rcne 
Ditdjt tie £ecMer ter Stone 

©dppeffeni) |n ter Stebe ?>fuMV 
3arre grubltngef inter , treiner ' 
?iebe bar ffc eucfr berneinet, 

Sucf) bas felige ©efubl! 

3l6er bat aue 3ianm/£ SItcfen 

33?tcfj ter SDfcirter Struct) rerb.imu, 
SBenn eucb meine fianfce rrlucfen 

3frr jum ^arten Ciebe^pfant ? 
£eben, ©practje, Scelen, £erjen, 
gramme Scten fitper Scf)merjen, 

©oh eucf) ties Serubren em, 
lint ter mdcfuigfre ter ©crrer 
©d)Itegt in eure fallen Slitter 

Seine bebe ©crrbeit n'n. 



Nightingales , and larks are singing; 

Still to you of Amor's bliss: 
Fluttering sylphides , nimbly winding, 

Fondly your sweet bosoms kiss. 
Venus swell'd your calix' bosom, 
Sheltering the tender blossom, 

Like a couch 5 where love might rest 
Yet, lament your situation! 
You are void of love's sensation; 

Ah! with love you are not blest! 

V 

But , when far from Nanny's glances. 

Through her mother's ire I live, 
Then, while love my heart entrances, 

And my hands the love -toy weave, 
Life, and language, heart, and feeling, 
Silent bearers of love's dealing, 

Flow into you from my touch : 
And the mightiest, godlike power 
In your silent leaves shall bower, 

And your buds his Godhead couch. 



31 t t t e t S o o e n N t ^ 

^3 a 1 t a b e. 



„ xJlitiex j treue grfwetferliefce 

. 22tfcmet eud) birii £erj ; 
gcrbert feme anbre Kefce, 

Senn e$ mad)t mix 2d)uier^ 
OiuMg mag id) eud) erfcfyemen, 

Diubtg geben feint* 
Surer 2Jugen fdUe6 $t?emen 

^ann tcf> mcfjt oerftebn." 

Unb er tjbxfi writ jlummem ftarme, 

SRetfJt ftd) blutenb 
^re£t fie befrig in bt> 2lrme, 

Sdnvutgt fid) auf fritl Jftcp, 
@ct)icft ju fetiieti $<!amien alien 

3ti bem Sanbe Sd)^etj; 
9iad) bem betfgen ©rab fTe matfen, 

Stef bcr 8ntfl bai Jfreitj. 



Zi)c £ni(jl)t of (Loggcnburgl). 

A Ballad. 



14 night, true sisterly affection 

Vows tliis heart to ye; 
Ask no other love - connexion, 

For ? t gives pain to me. 
Calm I would appear before ye, 

See you calmly go ; 
What with silent tears implore ye? 

I must never know ! u 

This he heard with silent grieving? 

Bleeding at the core; 
ClaspM her fondly? fare - well giving ; 

Forth his steed him bore. 
All his warlike men he rallied 

Then in Swizerland; 
To the Holy -grave they sallied. 

With the Cruzade band. 



©rope Ibaten ten gefcheben 

Surd) ber ipelben §lrm; 
3f)rer §elme SJufdje irebcn 

Sn tcr geinte Scbrcarm, 
lint tee £cggenhtrgers Jlante 

®d)recft ben SJIufelmann; 
£och tag £erj son fetnem ©rume 

Ditdjt genefen fctnn. 

ItnD cm D-br bar er'e gerragen, 

£ragt'3 md)t (anger mebr, 
i>xube farm cr mcfjr crjagen 

Unfc fcerlaft fcaS £eer, 
©tebr ein 2 duff an 5o:eres Strairts 

Sag bte @egel blah, 
©dnffer bnm 511 nt theuren £ante, 

25 tbr -ilrbem rrebt. 

tint an tbrce S*;C)Tee iH'crre 

jHopft ber ^pilger an, 
2Idv unfc nut tern £ennenrcrre 

28trb <Te aufgetfyan: 
„Eie tbr fucber, iragr ten 2-cfcleter, 

3ft be* £imme» Shrank 
©efrcrn rcar tee Stages Jeier, 

Set ue ©oft grtraur." 



63 

Deeds of high renown were doing 

There the heroes' arms j 
High their helmets' crests were flowing, 

'Mid the en'rnies' swarms ; 
And the name of Toggenburgher 

Frights the Mussulman: 
But his heart , with grief grown darter , 

Ne'er recover can. 

All a year he has been bearing 

Grief, — - he can no more 5 
Peace he gained not by his daring. 

So he left his corps. 
On a vessel which was sailing 

Forth from Joppe's strand 
He embark'd and soon was hailing 

His sweet love's dear land, 

At the porches of her castle 

Knocks the pilgrim hard , 
With the portal's op'ning bustle 

Peals this thundering word: 
„Her you search, the veil has coverM, 

Heaven's bride she *s now, 
Ere that yesterday had lower'd, 

God received her vow." 



£5a fcerlaffet er auf tmmer 

©enter SSdter ©d)lofJ, 
©eme 2Qafeit ftebt er mmmer, 

9?od) fern tretteg 9log* 
3Son ber £oggenburg benueber 

©tetgt er mtbefamtt, 
25emt eg becft bte ebeln ©fteber 

£areneg ©emattb* 

Unb er 6aut ftct) erne £iitte 

Setter ©egenb ttafy, 
9Bo bog Softer aug ber mtte 

Sujlrer 2mben fat); 
£arrenb wn beg SDiorgeng 2td)te 

S5tg in Slbettbg ©d)em, 
©titte £offmmg im ©ejtcfyte, 

©a$ er ba attem, 

S3ltrfte nad) bent $(ofier brubett, 

SBttcfte ©twtben lattg 
3?acf) bem genjler fetner fteben, 

SSt'g bag genfier ftang, 
S3tg bte Stebltdje fid) ^etgte, 

S3t'g bag tfyeure 33Ub 
©td) utg Xijal fyeruttter ttetgte, 

9?ut}tg, engeftm'Ib. 



Then lie bids farewell for ever 

To his father's seat, 
And his weapons he sees never , 

Nor his courser fleet. 
From his Toggenburgh descending 

He 's unknown by all , 
'Round his noble limbs is pending* 

All a hairy cowl. 

In a humble hut he bowers , 

To that place well near, 
Where the convent's dusky towers 

Mid dark limes appear 5 
From the dawn of morn awaiting, 

Till the moonlight shone, 
Silent hope his eyes dilating, 

He sat there alone. 



At the convent gazing over, 

Many an hour so long, 
At his dear love's window -cover, 

Till the window rung; 
Till that dearest Image show'd her, 

Till the loveliest smiled, 
While to him beneath she bow'd her 

Peaceful, angel -mild. 



Unb bann legt' cr freb ftcf) ntefcer , 

ScfUtef gctroflet em, 
Stilt ftdf) freuenb, roernt e3 ttu'eber 

SJZorgen toiirbe fern. 
Unb fo fap er mele Xage, 

Sap fcu'eP Sabre Tang, 
$arrenb obne Sdjmerj unb £lage, 

33t$ bai genfter ftang* 

St6 bte Ste&Itche ftcfj jetgte, 

93fc bae tbeure Stlb 
etch tn$ £ba( bcrunter neigte, 

9?ubtg, engelmtlb. 
Unb fo fag er, etne Cetdje, 

@meg 9ftcrgett8 ba; 
Madj bem genfter nod) bas bletche , 

grille Sfntrtg fab. 



To his couch he then betook him., 

Slept in soothing 1 dreams, 
Calmly sweet, till morn awoke him 

\\ ith his cheerful beams. 
Thus he many a day was sitting, 

Many a year so long, 
Waiting, no complaint emitting, 

Till the window rung. 

Till that dearest Image show'd her, 

Till the loyeliest smiled • 
While to him beneath she bow'd her 

Peaceful, angel -mild. 
Thus a corpse they found him sitting 

There, one morning, too; 
At the window, unremitting 

His still eyes did view. 



! 



©te fitaimt — fte fommt, be$ Wlittatf jlo^e gfotte, 

25a$ 2Be(tmeer nn'mmert unter tf)r, 
5D?tt $ettenflang unb etnem neuen ©otte 

Unb taufenb Sonnern nafyt fee btr — 
din febnummenb £eer furcfytbarer ©tabeKen, 

(£)er £)cean fat) tl)re6gletcf)en me) 

Unubernunbltcf) nennt man fte, 
3tef)t ffe etnfyer auf ben erfefyroefnen 25Men; 

2)en jloljen Stamen nmf)t 

£)er ©djrecfen, ben fte nm ftcf) fpett 
• SWtt majeji&tifd) jtillem @cf)ritte 

£ragt feme 2afl ber jitternbe 9?eptun; 
SEMtuntercjang in tfyrer 9)?ttte, 

9?af)t jte fyeran, unb atte ©turme rufyn* 



JShe comes — she comes. Meridians 9 proud Armada; 

Beneath her groans the main, while she 
With clanking: chains the God of Torquemada 

Bears thunder - fraught approaching thee — 
A swimming host of dreadful citadels, 

(The Ocean ne'er the like of her had seen) 

Invincible she calls herself, and keen 
The trembling waves, to serve her, she compels; 

Her boastful name do consecrate 

The terrors which around her fret. 
With calm majestic pace, and tame 

His burden bears, in awe, and fears Neptune; 
The doom of worlds within her frame 

She comes, and all the tempests sleep anon. 



70 



©tr gegeniiber ftefyt fee ba, 
©lucffel'ge 3nfel — £errfcf)ertn ber Wleexel 
©tr broken btefe ©alltonenfyeere, 

©roftyerjtge S3rttannta! 
SEBel) bemem fretge6ornen SSoffe! 
©a ftef^t jte, erne tt>etterfct)tt>angre SOBoIfe. 
SGBer Ijat bag fyofje $lemob btr emmgen, 

Sag ju ber Sanber gurftm bid) gemacfyt? 
#aft bu md)t felbft, son ftoljen $omgen gesnnmgen, 

Ser D?etcf)ggefege toetfejteg erbacfjt? 
Sag groge Sta^tt, bag beme $omge $u SSiirgern, 

3u ^iirflen beme SSurger macfyt? 

Ser ©egel jlolje £)6ermad)t, 
$aji bu ffe mcf)t t>on 29?tlltonen 2Biirgern 

@rftn'tten m ber Sffiajferfcf)[ad)t? 
3Bem banfft bu ffe — errotfyet, 25olfer btefer drrbe — 

SBem fonjt, alg bemem ©etjl unb bemem ©cfywerte? 
Ungliicftttfje — bltcf l)tn auf btefe feuewerfenben JTolojfe, | 

SSltcf f)tn unb afyne bemeg 9iuf)meg gall! 

SSang fcfyaut auf bid) ber @rbenbalf, 
Unb alter freter banner £erjen fcfylagen, 
Unb alte gute, fcfyone ©eelen flagen 

Xfyetlnefymenb bemeg Jftubmeg gall* 



71 



Lo ! now in front , with thundering* law , 

Blest Isle! great ruler of the main, 

Bears down on thee this galleon - train , 
Magnanimous Britannia ! 

Woe ! to thy freeborn people , woe ! 

A thunder pregnant eloud appears thy foe. 
By whom didst thou that precious blessing gain, 

By which the Queen of kingdoms thou art made? 

Hast thou not , forced by haughty kings oppressive 

reign , 

Thyself that wisest law's foundation laid ? 

The Magna Charta which but burghers makes 

thy kings, 

Thy burghers with thy princes to a level brings. 

Gainst many a Million cruel foes hast thou not led 

Thy navy's overbearing sway 

In bloody strife upon the Ocean — say? 

Whom dost thou owe't? — Blush nations of ihe 

earth, and kneel — 

To whom — but to thy genius and thy steel? 

Unhappy Isle! behold these dread, ignivomous co- 
losses, 

And guess the downfall of thy glories all ! 

With dreads for thee the worlds appal, 
And all the freeborn, manly hearts are bleeding, 
And all the noble, feeling souls are dreading, 

With anxious sympathy, thy glories' fall. 



72 



©oft, ber 2Jllmacf)t'ge, fab fterab, 
©a!) bemeS gembeS flolje 2on>enf£aggen n>eben, 

©af) brofyenb ojfett bem gert>xffe^ @rab — 
©oil, fpracfy er, felt mem Sllbton ttergefyen, 

@rlofcf)en metner £elben ©tamm, 

2)er Uttterbrucfung letter gelfenbamm 
Sufammenfturjett, bte Xprannenmeftre 
33erntcf)tet fem fcon btefer ipemtfyfyare? 

9We, rtef er, foil ber gretfjett sparabteS, 
2)er ^enfefyenttmrbe ftarfer ©cfytrnt Berfcfyttunben! 

@ott, ber Mmacfyt'ge 6fto> 
Unb bte SIrmaba flog nacf) alien SEBtnbem 

SDie jttet lefcten Serfe fce^tetjen ftc^> auf etne Sftebattfe, wctcfre 
gftfabetty £um 3lnbenfen x^re^ ©tege£ fdtfagen lief. 2luf berfelben 
if* etne tm ©turm unterge^enbe glotte batgefMt, mit ber lateint* 

fcfeen 3nfd)rift: „Afflayit Deus et dissipati sunt.'* 



73 

God, the Almighty , from on high 

Saw of thy enemy's lofty flaggs the lions frown, 
Thy certain grave , wide gaping , seeing nigh — 

He spate: ,,What shall my Albion go down? 
My race of heroes brave expire? 
That bulwark 'gainst oppression dire 

Be crush'd 9 and vanish quite the only weir 

Against the Tyrants , from this Hemisphere? 
Ne'er, ne'er, 44 he spoke, "bright Freedom's Paradise, 
Of human worth the mighty shield, shall cease! 44 

God, the Almighty, blew, 

And to all winds the proud Armada flew. 



The two last verses refer to a medal, coined by Queen Eli- 
sabeth in remembrance of her yictory; upon which is represented 
a fleet perishing by storm, with this latin inscription: 
,,Afflavit Deus et dissipati sunt," 



L 3 e it 

^Dretfad) tft ber Sdjrttt ber 3dtt: 
Sogernb fcmmt bte 3ufunft bergejegen, 
^fetlfcbnett i(i bae Sefct entffogen, 

Grttug (KB flebt bte Sergangenbetf, 

Itettte Utigebulb beflugelt 

Sbren Scfyrttt, ft>enn fie fcemttft 
Rente ftitrcfjt, fetti Swetfeln jugelt 

Sbren 2auf, rcernt fie entetft. 
jleme 9feu% fern 3<utf>erfegeti 
ftaitn bie (Etebenbe 6eft>egen. 

5D?ocf)tejt bu begtucft itnfc toeife 

Snbfgen beg 2e6en3 Dletfe, 

Dttmm bte B^g^nbe {ittn tKatb , 
9cicf)t jitm ^erf^eug bemer Xhat! 

©able mcht bte ^Iiebenbe }wn greuufc, 

SRtdji bte Sletbenbe jitm getnb! 



%t\\tt\\ct& of Confucius. 



I. Time. 

T hreefold is the pace of Tide : 
Loit'ring conies the Future with slow paces ; 
Swift away the Present chases ; 

FixM for ever shall the Past abide. 

No impatience shall he winging 

Time, when he somewhere delays; 

Neither doubts, nor fright fast clinging: 
Stop his flight, when on his ways; 

TVo regret, no spell will ever 

Move the fix'd^ he shall not sever. 

If you wish , that wisdom's graces 
May attend through life your paces: 

Take the loiterer's advice, 

Yet in deeds his sloth despise; 
Make the flying not your friend , 
IVor the staying one your fiend! 



II. 9? a u m« 



®mfacf) tfi beg SKaume* 2D?a£* 
OiajifoS fort ofm' Unterlag 

©trebt bie Sattge fort tn3 SOBette; 

@nb!o3 gteget fid) bte Srette; 
©rmibtoS fettft bte £tefe fief)* 

Sir cm SBtlb ffnb jle gege&en : 
OiajttoS ttorwartS muft bu ftrefcen, 
Sftte ermi'tbet flttte ftebn, 
SGBtHfl bu bte 2Menbung fefot! 
$Jlu$t ini 23rette btrf) en tf a It en, 
©ofl ftcf) btr bte 2Belt geflatten; 
3tt bte £tefe mugt bu ftetgen, 
©oil fid) btr ba6 SDBefen jetgen. 

Kit* SSebammg fiibrt jum 3Mj 
3?ur bte guile fuftrt jur ^farbett , 
Unb tm 3t6grunb mbnt bte £GabrMf. 



77 



II. Space. 

Three dimensions are in Space: 
Forth, with unremitting: pace 
Runs its length; widely spreading: 
Forth its breadth's extent is leading:; 
Endless plunging sinks its depth. 

Profit by this Image given: 
Ever be thou onward driven , 
Never slack and stop to rest, 
If thou wilt perfection taste! 
Wide and large thyself unfolding 
Thou shalt be the world beholding; 
To the depth thou must be diving. 
If thou'lt see the spirit living. 

Perseverance gains the end; 
Clearness shows the mind's expansion; 
In the depth is truth's mansion. 



li e o ii o r a* 



A Ballad 

from the German of 

O. A. Burger. 



I 



S e n p t e» 



enoxe fufyr umS Sttorgenrofl) 

Grmpor cmS fcfyweren Xraumen 
„33i|l untreu, SfSUbelm, ober tobt? 

9S3te fange &tH{l bit faumett?" — 
@r roar nut MtiiQ grtebrictjS SQ2arf)t 
©e^ogen in tie ^rager ©dbfacfyt, 

Unb fyatte ttidjt gefd)rie6en, 

£>b er gefunb ge£>(te&en- 



% t n v a. 



JLfeonora starts *bout morning: - red *) 

Up, after heavy dreaming: 
„Art faithless 5 William, or art dead? 

How long* shalt thou be roaming:? 44 
He was with Fred'ric's royal might 
Departed long, at Prague to fight, 

And had not since been writing, 

If well off, after fighting. 



*) May it not appear justifiable, >\hen the translator , in 
making use of this uncommon Compound , is strongly sup- 
ported by Analogy, viz: Morning- star , morning - light , 
morning - prayers ? ! 

4* 



£er Stbr\ic\ imfc tie ^aifertn r 

£es tangen Raters mute , 
Snretefjten tbren barten Sinn, 

lint madnen enth'dh griete; 
lint jefcee £eer nut 3tng unt Sang/ 
9}?t't IVuifenfcfclacj unt $[ing unt $lan 

©efcbmucfr mir grunen Dteifent, 

309 beurt ju fetnen §aufern. 

Unt uberaff, aU uberatl, 

SXuf -IGegen unt auf greaen, 

3ccj -Jilt unt Dung tern JubelfcfvJl 
£er ^cmtnenten enrgegen. 

®cttlc6! rief $int unt ©arrin laur, 

SDitlfomrnen! mandbe frcbe SSraur. 
§idb ! aber fur Cencren 
23ar ©rug unt $u§ rerlcren. 

Sie frug ten 3^3 wcM auf unt ab, 

Unt frug nach alien ?uimen; 
So* feiner war, ter ^untfcfvifr gab, 

S3 en atten, fe ta fatnen. 
nun fcae i^eer rcruber war, 
3erraufre ile ibr Kabenbaar, 

Unt rcarf frdh bin 5 ixr Qrrte, 

5Kir truthiger ©eberte. 



83 



The German Empress, and the King 

Of long* disputing: weary. 
Were moved at last by sorrow's sting, 

And closed with peace their quarry; 
And ev'ry Corps with play and song, 
While kettledrums, and trumpets rung, 

Deck'd with green, glossy branches, 

Went home in merry ranges. 

And every where , and all about 

On roads, and streets, and bridges 

Went old, and young with merry shout, 
Which now the coming reaches : 

„Praise God! and welcome ! u crying hied 

Child, wife, and many a happy bride 5 
But ah! Leonora's greeting, 
And hiss was lost, and fleeting! 

She queried well rank up, and down, 
His name she asked them roaming, 

But there 's not one, to whom is known 
His fate, of all the coming. 

And now , when past the forces were, 

She tore with grief her raven -hair, 
And to the earth fell kneeling 
With aspect wild, and feeling. 



£)te SDiutter lief mof)l bin ju ibr- — 

„2Id), bag fief) ©ott er&arme! 
®u traureg Sitibf roag i]t mit btr ? 

Unb fcf)fog jTe m bte 2(rme." 
„£> SWittter, STOutter! f)tn t'jt f)tu! 
Jiiut fafyre 28e(t unb alleg fym! 

23et ©ott tfl fern Grrbarmett. 

© n>e(), o ml) mix ?hrmen!" 

#ilf ©ott, t)t[f! ©let) ung gndfci^ an! 

iltnb, 6et' em aSaterimfer! 
„$Gag ©ott tljut, bag ifi moblgetban. 

©ott, ©ott er6armt ffcf> unfer!" — 
»Q Gutter, Gutter! (Sitter 3Babn! 
©ctt bat an mix ntcfjt wobfgetban! 

28ag baif, \va$ half mem Seten? 

Kim tft'g ntdjt mebr uonnotbeu." — 

„#tlf ©ott, |ttfj 2Ber ben SSater fennt, 
£>er nw'fj, er bf(ft ben $inbevn; 

Sa^ f)ochge[o6te ©aframent 

Sffitvb bemen Sammer Imbcrn-" — 

„£> 9)?utter, Sautter! wag mid) 6rennt, 

Sag Itnbert mtr fern ©aframent! 
Rein gaframent mag 2e6en 
Sen gotten nnebergeben." — 



Her mother , running: came to her: 

„Ah mercy! God give graces! 
My darling: child, how now! come stir! 44 

She cries , with fond embraces. 
,,0 mother, mother! lost is lost! 
What with the World? since all is lost! 

With God is no compassion! 

Woe ! woe is now my passion ! 44 

„Help God ! and see with mercy down ! 

Child pray unto our Father! 
All that he does, is wisely done: 

God is our gracious Father! 44 — 
„0 mother, mother! idle spell! 
God ah! has done by me not well! 

Ah! what availed my praying? 

*Tis now but idle saying' ! 44 — 

„Help God! ah, those our Father know? 

Know him his children sparing:; 
The holy sacraments will do 

You good in your despairing! 44 — 
„0 mother! what my heart has rent, 
Can mitigate no sacrament! 

No sacrament is gfivingf 

The dead unto the living! 44 — 



„ftor, £mb! urie, roemt ber falfcfje 9Kamt, 

3nt fernen Ungarlanbe, 
Stct) femeg ©(aubeng abgetfyan, 

3um neuen (Sbe&anbe? 
gag fabren, ^mb, fern §er$ bafym! 
@r bat e3 mmntennebr ©ettuntt! 

SBann ©eel' unb Setb ftd) tremten, 

$Btrb t'l)tt fern 5ftemetb bremten." — 

„© Gutter, Gutter! £m tji bin! 

SSerloren tfl tterforen! 
Ser £ob, ber £ob tjt mem ©enn'ntt! 

© tt>ar td) me gebomt! 
Sifct) au3, ntetn ?td)f, auf ert>xg au£! 
©ttrb bin, jltrb bt'tt, tit yiatfyt unb ©raue! 

Set ©ott tfl fetn (grbarmem 

© meb, o meb mix Jlrmen!" 

„Jptlf ©ott, btlf! ©eb ? mcf)t ht'i ©ertc()t 

SD?it betnem armen ^tnbe. 
®te roetp tucfjt, mag bte 3unge fpt*tcf)t, 

S3ebaft tbr ntdjt bte ©itnbe! 
2tcb, ^tnb, ttergtp bent trbtfrf) 8effc> 
Unb benf an ©ott itnb ©eltgfett! 

©o uurb bocf) betner ©eefen 

£er Srauttgam nicfyt febfen," 



,,Hark child ! If that the faithless man 

In Hungary had broken 
His faith to God, and weave and scan 

His heart a new love -token? 
O leave his heart , my darling* child! 
There is no gain in hearts reviled! 

When souls from bodies tearing, 

The perjurM are despairing." 

„0 Mother 9 mother! lost is lost! 

His loss my heart is grieving! 
Death is my gain, my only boast! 

O! had I ne'er been living! 
Die! die, for ever die my light! 
Set be thy gleam in drear and night! 

With God is no compassion 5 

Woe! woe is now my passion! 44 

„IIeIp God! ah, but in mercy judge 
My poor despairing daughter! 

She knows not of her tongue the speech 
Forgive her sin Lord , Father ! 

Ah child! mind not thy earthly woe, 

And pray, that God may mercy show: 
Thy soul, with Heaven's blessing, 
Be not the bridegroom missing!" 



„£> WlMev, \va$ i\t ©eltgfett? 

© SKutter! n>a<5 tji £otte? 
S3et ibm; 6et tfym tft ©eltgfett, 

Unb o()ne SEBttyefat, £otte! — 
?tfcf) au$, mem gtcfyt, auf enrig auS! 
©ttr& f)tn, jlt'r& t)in, m 9iacf)t unb ©rang 

£)fyn' tt)it mag tcfy auf (£rben, 

9)Jag bort ntcf)t feltg Herbert!" — 

©o n>utf)ete 33er$n>etfelung 

3|t m ©efytrn unb SJbent. 
©te fufyr mtt ©ctteS 33orfel)ung 

23ermej]en fort ju fyabetn; 
3erfrf)fag ben 33ufen, unb jerrang 
£te £anb 6t6 ©onnenuntergang, 

93t$ auf am £mnme($6ogen 

J5te golbnen ©terne jogen. 

itub au$en, fyordf)! gmgS trap trap trap, 

ttne tton 3?o(fe^ufeit; 
Unb Htrrenb jtteg em better a&, 

Slit beg ©efanberS ©tuf£u; 
Unb fyorcf)! unb borcfy! ben *Pfortenrmg 
©anj lofe, letfe, f(tnglmg(mg: 

Sann famen buret) bte ^Jforte 

aSeme^mltcf) btefe SDBorte: 



„0 mother! what is Heaven's bliss? 

And what is Hell's despairing*? 
Bliss is but there, where William is, 

Without him, Hell's despairing! — 
Die! die, for ever die my light! 
Set be thy gleam in drear and night! 

Without him there 's no living, 

I\or Heav'n is bliss me giving! 44 — 

Thus raged within her wild despair 
In brain, and nerves, and pulses 5 

She brawl'd without of God the fear, 
In raving mad impulses 5 

She smote her bosom sore with fret, 

And wrung her hands, till long had set 
The sun, and HeavVs wide circle 
With golden stars did sparkle, 

And hark! a noise without? — ,,clap clap** 4 
As from the hoofs of horses: 

And clashing, when the horse did stop, 
A rider of the forces 

Alighted; hark! the portalring 

Is soft, and lightly tinkeling, 

And clearly through the shutters 
These words somebody utters: 



„S}oUa, befla! %f0 auf mem fimb! 

©cblafft, Stebcben, ober wadjjl bu? 
SEBie btjt nod) gegen mtd) gcjtmtt? 

Unb ttmnefl cfcer [adbft bit?" 
„2ld), SStlbelm, bu? go ft at bet SKafy? 
©ewemet bab' td) unb gercad)t; 

2(d), grcgeS Setb erh'tten! — 

28o fommft bu ber gerttten?" — 

„5Btr fattefa nur urn bittern a d)t, 

SOBett n'tt id) ber ^on Sobmen. 
3d) bate fpat mtd) aufgemadjt, 

Unb mitt bid) nut mtr nebmen." — 
„31cf), ©tl'belm, erft beretn, gefdj&unb! 
Sen £agebortt fcurcfyfaujl ber ©mfc, 

£erem, tn metnen SIrmen, 

#erjfie6fter ju ermarmen!" 

„?af faufen burd) ben ^ageboru, 

2a§ faufen, $mb, (of faufen! 
£cr happen fdjarrt; ee Hirrt ber ©porn, 

3d) barf alfbt'er ntd)t battfen. 
$omm, fdjurje, faring' unb fcftroinge bid) 
Siuf metnen Kappen butter mtd) ! 

902ug beut nod) bunbert SJietlen 

9JKt btr jur £od)$ett rtfen^ 



91 



„Holla! holla! Get up my child! 

Art waking", love, or sleeping:? 
Art thou still loving* me, and mild? 

Art smiling*, love, or weeping:? 46 — 
„ Ah! William, thou? So late at night? — 
I wept, and waked in heavy plight, 

With pain and grief abiding ! — 

From whence comest thou a riding*? 64 — 

„We saddle but ere midnight past; 

Far from Bohemia coming:, 
I went but late from thence ; at last 

To fetch you came I longing. 44 — 
„Ah! William first come in, be quick! 
The wind blows through the hedgethorns bleak ; 

Come in , with warm embraces , 

My love, my heart thee blesses!" 

„What tho' the wind thro* hedgethorns blows — 

Let blow, my child, let blow him J 
My courser stamps: my spurring- shows, 

I cannot stay enow him: 
Come get you dress'd, and swinging ye 
Upon my Barb behind of me, 

A hundred miles proceeding 

To nuptial - rites we're speeding. 44 



„$ld)l roolUm bunfcert $?ei[en no* 

93?t# beur 5ur ^odhjeit rragen? 
lint bercb! ee brummt tie ©Iccfe necfr, 

£ie elf fcfjen angefd)[agen." — 
„2ieb bin, fieb ber! fcer tNent fcbeinr bell; 

2£ir unt tie Gotten reiten fdjnetl; 
3d) fringe t tcb r jur 25erre, 
?iecb beur in's £c*$ettsberte." — 

„Sag' art/ fro tft fcetn ^ammerlein? 

QSe? rote tein $ecb$ettsbertcf)en? — 
„22ett, n?ett rcn bier! — Still fubl unb Hem — 

2edbe Q3rerrer unt jrrei 23rerrcben!" 
,,&afs Qiaum fur nudb?" — „§ur ticf) unt mid) 
dentin, feburje, fcring' unt fdbrctnge tid)! 

£ie fiocfyetregafre beffen; 

£ie hammer frebt uns off en." — 

Scfron Stebcben fcburjte, fprang unt ifrroatiO; 

Stdh auf tas iSeg bebente; 
23 cM urn ten rrauten Dfetrer fcfclang 

Sie ibre Siltenbdnte; 
Unfc burre, burre, ber ber be£ 
©ing's? fort rm faufenten (Salop, 

Ja^ D?o§ unt £>? euer fdineben, 

Unt &tes unt Junfen frebetu 



93 



? , All! would a hundred miles you me 

This night to nuptials carry? 
And hark! the bell struck moaningly 

Eleven yet 5 come tarry! 44 
„See there , see here! the moon shines bright; 
We 5 and the dead ride quick at night 5 

I am thee, on a pledging, 

This night to bride -bed fetching. 44 

,,Pray, tell, where is thy closet? say — - 

Where, how thy bridal bedding? 44 — 
„Still, cool, and small — far, far away — 

Six planks, my bed of wedding. 44 
„Has \ room for me? 44 — thee and me! 

Come, get behind, up swinging thee! 

The nuptial guests are waiting; 

Our closet open'd grating. 44 

The loving maid got dressM and sprung 

Swift on the courser's crouper ; 
Well round her darling knight she clung 

Her lily -hands, to hoop her; 
Hurra, hurra, clap, clap, clap, clap — 
Away they gallop'd, without stop, 

That horse and rider snorted, 

And stones and sparkles darted. 



3ur xedsten unb $ur Imfen Qanb, 

aSorbet Dor tljren 5Mtcfen, 
SOBte flogcn Sluen A £etV unb Sanb! 

2Bte bonnerten bte Srikfen! — 
„©raut gtebcfyen aucfy? — £>er 9Konb fcf>emt bell! 
j£mrrat)! bte £obten retten fcfjnell! 

©raut Stebcfyen and) t>or £obten?" — 

„2fcf) netnJ — bod) lag bte £obten!" 

3J5a6 flang bort fur ©efang unb $(ang? 

2Ba6 ftatterten bte 9?aben? — 
iporcf) ©locf enflang ! fyord) £obtenfang: 

ff Ca^t un6 ben 2ei6 begraben!" 
Unb ndt)er jog etn £etd)en$ug> 
2>er ©arg unb £obtenbat)re mtg. 

Sa6 £teb mar ju fcergletcfyen 

2>ero Unfenruf in £etd)en* 

„9Zacf) 9)2ttternad)t begra&t ben 2et&, 

SDitt ^(ang unb ©ang unb Ullage; 
3e§t fiifyr' t'd) fyetm mem jungeS 5K3et6, 

592tt, mtt jum S3rautgelage! 
jfomm, ^lifter, f)ter! $omm mtt bent @f)or, 
Unb gurgle mtr baS 33rautlteb Dor! 

jtomm, *PfaflfV unb fprtcf) ben @egen, 

ffi^ tviv ju SSett unS legen!" 



95 



And on the right, and an on the left, 

Before their eyes are flying: 
Fields , meadows to their sight are reft , 

O'er thund'ring bridges hieing! — 
„Hast dread my dear? — The moon shines bright! 
Hurra! the dead ride quick at night! 

Hast dread of souls departed? 44 

„0 no! — let souls departed!" 

What sound was that? it rung like song: — 

Was fluttering there no raven? — 
Hark bells that moan! death anthem rung: 

„To earth the body given!" 
And nearer came a funeral pomp, 
They bore a coffin to the tomb; 

Their song was almost sounding 

Like screaeh - owl shrieks confounding, 

„When midnight 9 s past, inter the dead 

With moaning, song, and wailing 5 
While home my lovely bride I lead 

Come, come my wedding hailing! 
Gome, sexton, here! come with the choir, 
And chant to me a wedding air! 

Come chaplain, graces saying, 

Ere we in bed are laying! 44 



©till SilariQ unb ©ang — bte Sabre fcfywanb — 

©eborfam fetnem Dlufen, 
fiant'S bum burre! nacfygerannt, 

Qaxt tjintet'S happen £ufen* 
Unb tmmer better, f)op l)op fyop! 
©tng'S fort tm faufenben ©alop, 

SDafl 9?o£ unb better fcfynoben, 

Unb $te$ unb gunfen ftobem 

SOBte fTogett recfytg, ttue flogen linU 

©ebtrge, 23aum' unb £>ecfen! 
SBBte flogen luifi, unb recfytS unb ItnB 

2)te Sorfer, ©tab? unb gtecfen! — 
. ©raut ?tebcf)en auch? — 2)er 9D?onb frf}etnt belt! 
£>urraf)! bte £obten retten fcfjnell; 

©rant Stebdjen and) Dor Xobten?" 
2a£ fie ruf)n bte Xobten." 

©tel) ba! jteb ba! am jpocfygertcfyt 

£an$t um be$ 3?abeS ©ptnbet 
$a(6 jtcfjtbarft'ct) bet 9D?onben(td)t, 

(£m lufttgeS ©epnbel. — 
„©a fa! ©ejmbel, f)ter, fomm bter, 
©eftnbel, fomm unb folge mtr! 

£anj un$ ben £od)$ettretgen , 

SEBann ttur ju SSette ftetgen!" 



97 



Hush'd is the song: — the coffin flew — 

Obedient to his bidding*, 
Hurra, hurra! they after drew 

Close to his courser's treading: 5 
And ever faster clap, clap, clap — 
They sped in gallop, without stop, 

That horse, and rider snorted, 

And stones and sparkles darted. 

How r flew on riglit, how flew on left 

Forth mountains , trees , and hedges ! 
How r quickly to the view were reft 

Towns , villages , and bridges ! 
,,Hast dread my dear ? The moon shines bright ! 
Hurra! the dead ride quick at night! 

Hast dread of souls departed? 44 

„Ah! woe! let souls departed! 44 

See there! around the gallows dance. 

And wild the wheel encircle 
The lofty rabble sprites that glance 

Dim with the moonshine sparkle. 
„Ho! rabble here! come quick with me, 
Come follow all ! obedient be , 

And dance ye at our wedding 

Around our bridal bedding ! u 



Uttb ba*^0efiftM, bufd) f)ufd) t)ufd)! 

$am futttemtact) geprafielt, 
SBte 2Btr6eitt>tnb am £afel6ufd) 

Surd) burre SSlatter rafielt* 
Unb wetter, setter, fyop fyop fyop — 
©tug'S fort fit faufeubem ®a(op, 

2)a£ 9?o$ tmb better fctjnoben, 

Uttb $te$ uttb guttfen flobem 

2Bte flog, n>aS ruttb ber 9D?onb 6efct)ten , 

SBte flog e$ tit bte gente! 
2Bte flogert obeit iiber fytrt 

Set £tmtttel uttb bte ©tertte! — 
„©raut Ste&cfyeu and}? 2)er SKottb fdjetnt bell! 
jpurrat)! bie £obtett retten fcfjuell! 

©raut ?tej6ct)ett and) Dor Xobtert?" — 

O n>ef)! $a$ rufm bte Sobtett!" 

„%im % l %im n * 9tUi buuft ber £afm fcfccn rufr - 

Salb tturb ber ©attb tterrnttten -4 
aiapp 1 ! Sbf^l 3d) ttrittre SWorgenluft, 

SRappM Xumntle bid) Don btmteit! — 
SSottbracfjt^ sollbradjt tjl unfer gauf! 
2)a^ £od)jettbette thut jld) auf- 

23te £obteu retten fdjttelle! 

SOBtr fcnb , nnr fmb jur ©tette," 



99 



And see , the rabble onward rush, 

They follow in succession, 
And, like the whirlwind, after push 

In rattling* wild procession; 
And onward! onward, clap, clap, clap — 
Away they gallop'd without stop, 

That horse, and rider snorted, 

And stones, and sparkles darted. 

How flew, what shone the moon upon! 

How swift to distance flying! 
How were , above all on , and on 

The stars with Heaven hieing"! — 
„Hast dread my dear? The moon shines bright! 
Hurra! the dead ride quick at night! 

Hast dread of souls departed ? 66 

,,Woe ! let the souls departed! 66 

,,Barb J Barb ! me thinks the cock did crow ? ! 

The hour-glass sand is running: 
Barb! Barb! the morning air doth blow! 

Barb! speed away a stunning! — 
'Tis done ! 'tis done ! our nightly ride ; 
The wedding bed expects the bride 5 

The dead are swiftly riding! 

Here shall we be abiding. 66 



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101 

Quick to an iron -gate they stretch, 
With loosen 5 d rein they hurried, 

A knock upon it with a switch: 
Away the bolt is carried: 

Clash! open flies the folding:- door. 

And over graves away they bore; 
And with the moonlight shining: 
Lay tomb - stones round inclining-. 

Ha see! ha see! a moment this: 

Hooh! hooh! a ghastly wonder! 
The rider's collar, piece by piece, 

Flies off, and tears asunder : 
A scull bereft of flesh, and dread, 
A naked scull turns out his head, 

A skeleton is changing 

His body, bare, and blanching. 

High prancing sprung the snorting horse, 

And fiery sparkles darted , 
And hooh! away he shrunk a corpse, 

Sunk, and below departed. 
A dreadful howling rends the air, 
A shriek from out the grave sounds there, 

Leonora's heart is quaking, 

'Twixt life and death 'tis shaking. 



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£>te ©etfler emen $ettentan$, 

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9D?tt ©ott tm pummel fyabre tttcfjt! 

£)eS getbeg btft bit lebtg; 

©ott fet ber ©eele gttabtg!" 



And in the moonshine ghastly sprites 
Wheel round about , and springing 1 ; 

They dancing lead their funeral rites, 
This air all wildly singing: 

^Forbear! forbear! should break thy heart 

With God Almighty never part! 
To Earth the body given 5 
God bless thy soul in Heaven! 44 



I 



Characteristic Poems 

of 

Klopstock, Goethe, Ho elf y. Salts, 
MatJJilsson, I Iilau<l 

and 

Claudius. 



5* 



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Z i) c \) o u t I), 

From I£loi>stock» 



Silently vievr'd once May Lis wreath- girded 
Lig-ht wavering locks in silver -brooks; 
Ruddy was bis wreath , like tbe dawning*; 
He viewed himself smilingly soft. 

Raging* hurricanes came from tbe mountain ! 
The ash 5 and the pine, and oak were crushed. 
And with rocks fell tumbling: the maple 
From shuddering tops of the mounts. 

Peaceful slumbered vet Mav on the rivulet, 
Not minding: the roaring thunder - blast ; 
Listening slept , while fanned by flow Vets, 
And wakenM when Hesperus rose. 

Now, thou art not yet feeling the sorrows, 
While gracefully life still smiles at thee. 
Rise 5 and arm thyself now w ith w isdom ! 
For, stripling, thy bloom shall decay! 



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9D?andf bunte 93Iumen ftnb an bem ©tranb; 
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Z I) f % x I - h i n 0. 



From Goethe, 



Who 's riding: so late through night and wild 
It is the father with his dear child 3 
He clasps his hoy well within his arm, 
He holds him closely , he keeps him warm. 

My boy 9 why hidest thou thy face so in fear? 
Seest, father 5 thou not the Erl-fcing" near? 
The Erl-hing* here with his crown and trail? 
My boy, 'tis but a streak of hail. 

„My darling child, come, go with me! 
Come, many fine sports I play with thee; 
See many gay flow'rs on yonder strand 5 
And my mother has gold garments at hand!" 



110 

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5D?em SSater, metn 33ater, je|t faftt er mtd) an! 
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Ill 



My father, my father , and dost thou not hear, 
What Erl-king me softly promises here? 
Be still, and keep thee easy, my child 5 
The wind is rattling* with leaves he spoild, 

,,My lovely boy, wilt thou come with me? 
Where my daughters shall tend and foster thee; 
Where my daughters, leading the nightly wild dance, 
With singing: and dancing thee swinging entrance. 44 

My father, my father, and seest thou not there 
The Erl- king's daughters in dusky wear? 
My boy, my boy, I see it full right, 
Old willows are shining so gray at night. 

,,1'm loving* thee, thy beauty 's alluring me quite, 
And art thou not willing, I'll force thee in spite ! u 
My father, my father, he takes of me hold! 
The Erl-king has hurt me, piercing cold! 

The father shuddering, spurs faster and wild. 
His arms are infolding his groaning poor child, 
When reaching home fatigued, and with dread 5 
Clasp'd to his bosom his child was dead. 



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3ieget feme SfBeHe jtcfy. 



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®rf)on fef)' td) ba^ £anb- 



113 



&l)c Calm. 

ilence reigns above the water, 
Without stirring- rests the sea, 
And with careful looks the sailors 
On the smoothy surface see: 
Not an air from any quarter! 
Deadly silence, dreadfully! 
On the endless wide expansion 
Not one rippling: wave to see! 



The mists are dissolving, 
The Heaven is clearing:, 
And Aeolus loosens 
The straitening: band. 
The wind is soft blowing: — 
Quick rises the sailor 
Hallooing:! hallooing! 
The wave he is tearing , 
From distance appearing* 
Now hails he the land! 



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©ebet tbn ben 20tnben; 
Dtubt bet betfcm SSecfyerftang 

Unter grunen Stnbett. 



Duties of Cife. 



From If o e 1 t y. 



Waft sweet roses o'er your way, 

Pining: grief forgetting 1 ; 
Short is but of life our May , 

Winters storm soon fretting:; 
Yet to day spring's garlands wave 

For the boy gay springing:; 
Ah! to morrow on his grave 

Funeral wreaths are swinging. 

Joyous goes the youthful bride 

Blooming to the altar; 
Ere the evening cloud betide 

She may die, or falter. 
Give up care, and sorrows 9 throng, 

Give to winds them fleeting! 
Come, while goblets' sound, and song 

'Neath green limes are greeting! 



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Uttgefyorcfjt fcerftimtmen, 
Meine 23ten' tm griif)lutg6tf)a{ 

Unbe(aufd)t etttfimunnt, 
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•tenet mcfjt ber 2Bonneffang 

Slttgejb^tter 23ecf)er, 
5fioci) ber frofye SKunbgefang 

SKewbelau&ter 3 e ^) er * 



Never be a nightingale , 

While he sing's , unheeding , 
Nor the bee through springtide's vale 

Softly humming speeding. 
Taste 5 as long as *t God may please. 

Kiss and grapes enjoying, 
Until death that all doth seize, 

Be your joys destroying! 

For the slumbering dead below 

Whom the shrowd benighteth, 
Roses on the grave not blow, 

Nor their scent delighteth; 
For the dead no pleasures ring 

From the goblet's sounding; 
Nor for them gay fellows sing, 

While with vine -wreaths bounding. 



Son © a I f a 



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3ftd)t in ber £tefe @runb. 



Z I) r I r n t) (, 



From S a 1 i s. 



Head silence mutely Lovers 
Above the grave's drear strand 

With sable pall it covers 
An unknown distant land. 

The nightingales 5 caroling 
Sounds never in its womb 5 

True friendship^ rose is rolling 
But on the mossy tomb. 

Despairing brides are wringing 
In vain their hands here wound 

The orphan's wail is winning 
3Yo solace from its ground. 



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Son mancfyem Sturm bewegt, 

(Srlangt ben roabren grteben 
3tur roo eg mdjt mebr fdtfagt 



121 



Yet there is no location, 

Where longed for peace shall rest: 
But through the grave's dark station 

We 're going: home at last. 

The pining 1 heart , here strainings 
Through many a storm it proves, 

But there true peace is gaining:, 
Where it no longer moves. 



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From ^lattliisson, 



The wand'rer's paces totter 

Upon a narrow path, 
Through brakes that wildly flutter 

Aloft the pine -rock swath. 
How o'er the brook is shaking 

The bridge, its gush across, 
While trees and rocks are breaking 

That in the depth it throws. 

Now flies the nightly cover 

Of pines before the sun 
That shines the snowtops over, 

Green magic vales along. 
Here even Haller's Muses 

Would gaze in wonder dumb ; 
The scene the mind peruses 

Here , is Elysium ! 



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2ln SetbeS Ufern fniet. 



Here, where a purer ether 

'Round groves all heav'nly flows 5 
Aurora's tinging brighter 

On lighter green here glows \ 
Here, where 'neath Freedom's banners 

Simplicity yet dwells, 
And energy the manners 

Of golden ages hails. 

Here, where the herd, soft tingling, 

'Mong blooming: meadows goes, 
Where with sweet scents is mingling: 

The air that milder blows 5 
Where 'mid the cowslips blushing, 

And anemones among, 
On silt en meadow s flushing 

Alproses blooming throng. 

Here, where the soul with vigour 

Expands her cover'd wings, 
O'er Earth's confining rigour 

To soar illusive thinks, 
And purified, and freer, 

The sensual world forsakes, 
E'en veil'd with Atmosphere 

A cup from Lethe takes. 



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But oh! the spell is fading* , 

As dream's brief visions fly, 
The narrow path is leading* 

Through brooms and rocks on high 
Wild stretching, in the gleaming 

Of ev'nings parting* ray, 
The wrecks of mounts lie beaming, 

Lite to a world's decay. 

High from the lightning's station 

Rolls down the avalanche; 
Wild through the cloudy region 

The eagles shrieking range-, 
And thimd'ring, like Hell's roaring 

In Aetna's deepest womb , 
The mountain - stream is pouring 

Across the icehill's dome. 

Here slumber dreary shallows, 

Where ne'er a floweret smiles; 
There cover horrid hollows 

Old Chaos' nighted spoils; 
And wilder, ever wilder 

Climbs up the path aloft; 
Death's visions, that bewilder, 

Grin palely from each cleft. 



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The grave's cold horrors hover , 

Where threatening: granite looks 
Into the abyss over 

With boldly towering blocks ; 
Wild raging floods are flashing 

Below the mouldering bridge, 
And Iceland's air is dashing 

xilong the snowdeck'd ridge. 

The wanderer *s numb and frozen, 

His breath congealing snow; 
A bell, with sounds that cozen, 

Chimes from the lake below 3 
The path through hollow ridges 

Sinks, where, the rocks across. 
The Convent's dusky sledges 

Blink, deck'tl with white a cross. 



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Z\)t putting up at an 3nn. 



From Ulilaucl* 



.M. here is a landlord mild and fine 5 
With whom I lately feasted; 

A golden apple was his sign 

Which on a long bough rested. 

It was a goodly apple-tree. 
By which i had alighted ; 

With food sweet freshly foaming we 
Were feasted ? and delighted. 

And many guests to its green roof 
Repaired them lightly winging : 

They feasted gaily 5 while aloof. 
And near me clever singing. 



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2tuf wetcfyen, grmten fatten; 

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9D?tt femem fufyleit @d)attetn 

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£a fcfyuttelt er ben SBtpfel* 

©efegnet fet er allejett, 

SSon ber 2Burjel bt^ jum ®tpfel ! 



I found a couch for soothing rest 
On soft and green a meadow, 

The landlord cover'd self, and blest 
Me kindly with cool shadow. 

And when I asked his charges, he 
Shook friendly top and branches. 

For ever blessed may he be. 

Prove root and top ne'er changes 



91 1) e t n to e t n I i c £♦ 

Son d I a u M i! 0. 



*Befrdn$t mtt ?aub ten Ueben, Dcllen S3ecf)er 

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3n gan^ Srurepta, thr £erren 3?* er / 

3Bad)fi fotcfj tin 5£em mcbt mcbr. 



Z i)t U I) f n t e I) to i n c. 

A Song. 
From Claudius. 



W ith garlands crown the lovely goblet foaming, 

And take it joyful out! 
All Europe o'er, my drinking fellows, roaming: 

Such wine no where doth sprout: 



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Sftocfy mo matt ftranjmannfd) fprtcfyt; 

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2Btr bolen tl>tt ba ntcfytl 

Sfyn brtngt bag 33aterlanb au$ fetiter pile; 

SOBte mar er fonfl fo gut! 
5Bte mar er fonfl fo ebel, unb fo fitlle 

Unb bod) t>oll $raft unb 9Kutt) ! 

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©abet ntd)t frofyltd) fettn 

Sm @t$gebtrge bitrft tbr and) ntcfyt fu<$en, 

SBenn 2Betn tfyr ftnben mollt; 
©a* brtngt nur ©tlbererj unb $oboltfud)en, 

Unb etmaS ?attfegolb* 



13T 



It does not come from Hungary, nor Poland, 
Nor where you Frenchmen hear 3 

There may go fetch his wine the Knight of Lowland! 
We shall not fetch it there! 

It springs but from our Fatherland's own treasure 5 

Else would it be so good? 
Ah! would it else so mild inspire with pleasure, 

And yet give powerful blood? 

It does not grow all o'er the German Empire 5 

For many mountains here, 
Have, like old Cretes, made lazy bowels their umpire 3 

Not worthy to be there! 

Thuringia's mounts, for instance, are but bringing 

A growth that looks like wine ; 
Met 'tis it not: it neither moves to singing, 

Nor jollity divine! 

You must not search in mounts but mines producing, 

If wine you wish to find 5 
There are but silverores, and cobalt oozing, 

And gold , trash of that kind ! 



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Srum tanjett and) ber $ufuf unb fem $ujler 

3(uf ttjm bte $reuj unb Queer ! 

Sim 9lf)etn! am Slfyeut, ba n>acf)fen unfre SWeben; 

©efegnet fet ber 9tf)etn! 
Z)a wacfyfen jte am Ufer f)tn, unb geben 

UnS btefen Sabenmn! 

©o tnnft tl)tt benn, unb lagt un$ alle 9Bege 

UnS freun unb fro^tcf) fern ! 
Unb ttmgten nur, tvo jemanb traurtg lage, 

2Btr gaben tfym ben 5Beuu 



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Mount Broekeo is a tall and dull Philister, *) 

And mates but wind like him 5 
Therefore the deuce with aunt, and wife, and sister 

Dance there in fiendish whim! 

The Rhine! the Rhine along* our vines are growing; 

For ever bless the Rhine! 
But here upon its pleasant banks they 're blowing 

And give our jolly wine! 

Come, taste it all, and let's on all occasions 

Be merry on the Rhine! 
And if we knew , of some one's lamentations 

We'd give to him our wine! 



*) Philistine, the common epithet which the German students 
at the Universities give to all such as do not belong to 
some academical community, viz: citizens, public officers etc. 



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THE END. 



Cor rections. 



In a few Copies the following Errata are to be corrected* 

Page 6, line 47: pfletfc}ef$tt>tnfc> read: pfetlgef^mmb. 

— 29, — 17: Thousand busy hands, read: A thousand — 

Many a thousand hands. 

— 70, - 16: ©anffi, read: banfft. 

— 71, — 16: doest, read: dost. 

— 89, — 14: hand, read: hands. 

— 9o , — 1: and an on, read: and on. 



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